That day, my main detention is in the library again. I have to supervise if other students are following the rules. I feel like they’re going easy on me because I was sick during the weekend. It’s annoying.
Also, I feel like a teacher, and I hate it. But I soon realize that I don’t have much work to do. Everyone comes to the library to study or do homework. They don’t come to destroy books, like our librarian thinks.
I walk around for a while, passing my friends two times already. I have time to think during this little task, which isn’t all good. I force myself not to start observing and listening to my surroundings, because I’m afraid that the story from today’s math lesson would repeat itself. I don’t know how to snap out of that zone yet, so in the meantime, I’ll stick to my own busi
