Chapter Five
Detention, Determination and Dread
Last thing I heard from Tony before I was taken to detention was a frightening little piece of information. He stopped me in the hallway as Ms. Fenimore’s nails were digging into my arm; and looking very sincere, informed me that once he signed the order for my two week tenure on the ‘other side of the wall’, what happened there was out of his hands. His long arm did not reach inside that place; in fact, he wasn’t even privy to the details of detention discipline.
After laying on this bit of info, I suggested, with enough sass in my voice to earn me another blistered ass, that “maybe you should find out what happens there”. To that remark, Ms. Fenimore dug deeper with her spike-like nails. I gasped, wondering if she really intended to brea
