detention?! {matthew}

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Oh dear. Oh, this certainly wasn’t good at all. What would her grandparents say? Oh no, oh no. That wasn’t a pleasant thought. Surely, they would ban her from playing the piano for a week. Oh, she couldn’t even imagine how she would handle the silence! If only she weren’t so sleepy all the time, she never would’ve landed herself in this room. This dreaded room of all rooms, the one place a student never wanted to find themselves. Especially not her, for Kylie was a good student, right? If not a little lethargic and perhaps a bit slow on schoolwork, she was polite and helpful and she never talked back, heaven forbid! Yet, she’d managed to get detention. Oh, the very word made her shudder. It could have been something interesting had she not been so worried. If she weren’t so dreading what her grandparents would say, Kylie would certainly find this to be quite an adventure. It was somewhere new and possibly exciting and a chance to make some friends. Well, they probably weren’t the best crowd to make friends with…

Wringing her hands a little anxiously, Kylie wished she hadn’t taken a seat at the back of the room. At least she was by the window, where she could try to enjoy what a sunny day it was. Unfortunately, this made her wish all the more that she wasn’t in detention so she could be outside enjoying the lovely weather. She glanced around, not recognizing anybody. That was another thing! She’d hardly been at Baum for a few weeks and she was already in detention! What a wretched way to start the school year. Kylie looked to the boy sitting in the desk next to her and found it covered in paper airplanes. Most of them looked like any other paper airplane, but the one he was working on now was intricate, with little details she hadn’t noticed upon first looking. Kylie looked to him instead of the paper and found his face to be one of absolutely concentration. Had she thought this through, she wouldn't have interrupted this, but she hadn’t and so she did. “Could you teach me how to make one?” For Kylie had never learned and she’d always wondered how it was done.

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

Detention was beginning to become a more familiar place to be than his own bed. And in all honesty, Matt was equally as impressed with this fact as annoyed; not annoyed in that he would rather have spent the time in bed, of course. No, it was quite the opposite. Annoyed in that here he was, sitting inside a musty old dungeon of a classroom when there was a perfectly good city outside to explore, filled with parks and trees and adventures, never mind the fact that said adventures were the reason he was stuck in the classroom in the first place. And the worst bit of it all was this: Addison was never in detention. In fact, she was usually the one telling him how awful it was that he was there, and that maybe if he didn't ditch class so often then he'd have time for fun things after school and wouldn't have to waste his time in there if he really hated it that much and that maybe if he'd only apply himself then school could be a little more fun too, because maybe he'd like what they were doing. In truth, Matt was a bit surprised he even remembered half to what she said, because it was usually around the "I cannot believe you," bit that he began to roll his eyes and tune her out.

As it was, he was at least glad to be able to entertain himself with something, having remembered to sneak his Math notebook (although it was completely blank, so really it might as well have been for Spanish or Science, as those were empty as well) to the place with him. Perhaps his desire for mischief would have been better spent doing something besides making paper airplanes, like talking, but Matt had never really been all too fond of the detention crowd. They just always seemed too grumpy, even once released from their prison. So he tended to sit in the back to the classroom, stare out the window, and plot elaborate escape attempts the he was sure would work wonderfully if only he had a jetpack and a stick of chewing gum handy. Or he made paper airplanes. Today was not a day of escape attempts.

Currently, Matt was hunched over his desk (already cluttered with the things) with his tongue in his cheek, thinking of nothing but the overly elaborate design he was creating as he went along. It was just as he was beginning to put the finishing touches on the plane's tail that Matt heard a voice from just to his right, and jumped slightly; it was a girl's voice. "Huh?" he jolted upright, turning to face her as he yanked himself quite forcibly out of the zone in which he'd put himself. Having no idea what on earth the girl was talking about, Matt searched the room wildly for a moment before his eyes came to rest on his desk. Covered in paper airplanes. She wanted him to teach her how to make an airplane. Matt grinned at the girl as he picked up two planes, one normal and the elaborate beauty he hadn't quite finished, and held them out in the girl's direction. "Sure. Which one?" it was then that a look of realization came over his face, and he moved to slowly place the more elaborate of the two back on his desk. "Actually, I can just teach you this one. The other one, well, its design...it's on the down low," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. In reality, he just hadn't the slightest clue as to how he'd made the thing in the first place. "Haven't you ever made one before?" he asked suddenly, arching an eyebrow rather scrutinizing in the girl's direction, not at all aware of the fact that what actions would have been considered absolutely normal around Addison could come off as slightly insane around a girl he'd never seen before in his life.

[KYLIE JACOBS]

It was the second time Kylie had bothered somebody while they were busy. First, it had been interrupting a nap and now she was distracting from finishing a paper airplane. She really did need to learn when it was alright to say something. Still, she’d already spoke so it couldn’t be undone. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too angry with her. Unless he just ignored her. This was the detention crowd, after all, and she was sure anybody else would have. Why, that boy up there wearing a sweatshirt much too large for his body would’ve ignored her, definitely. Then again, he seemed rather scary so perhaps she wouldn’t have said anything to him in the first place… As it were, the boy next to her seemed friendly enough. He was confused at first and she smiled at him, patient and apologetic. When he offered which she would prefer to learn, Kylie easily would’ve chosen the simpler one. Why, she’d never made a paper airplane before she how could she possibly make one as elaborate as the other? He seemed to realize this, or perhaps something else, for he slowly returned that one to the desk.

Kylie shook her head. “Oh, I couldn’t have learned that one anyhow,” she said, quite unashamed. Upon hearing the words ‘down low,’ Kylie leaned closer, rather curious. “As in it’s a secret? You know, secrets don’t make friends.” Her grandparents had taught her a little rhyme that went like ’secrets, secrets are no fun; secrets, secrets hurt someone which she’d taken to heart. “It’s not like I’d tell anybody.” Kylie added a little huffily, returning to her seat. Leaning over the metal bar hurt more than she’d thought it would. His next question made her giggle a little, quietly in case the teacher was to yell at them. “No, of course not. That’s why I asked, right?” Kylie thought it was obvious enough. If she already knew, she probably would’ve been making her own paper airplanes right now, too. … Or asking if he had any paper she could use because she never could use any from her class notebooks. Either way.

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

" 'Course I mean a sec--" Matt was cut off rather abruptly as the girl continued. His face suddenly flashing rather cross, Matt looked at the girl with an eyebrow raised as she began what could very well have been the start of a lecture. Nevermind the fact that he wholeheartedly agreed with her on the topic of secrets (when they were being hidden from him, that was. He quite loved the things when he was the one doing the hiding); she had no right to tell him what to do. Such privilege was reserved only for Addison, and he hardly even listened to her, so that didn't really matter as it was. Still, this girl seemed interested enough in what he was doing, and Matt was as unable as ever to resist the chance to show off his talents. "It doesn't matter if you'd tell. It's not getting revealed. And besides, secrets make plenty of friends. How'd ya think clubs get started?" he added as an afterthought, still unwilling to admit that he simply couldn't teach her how to make the airplane.

Matt continued to stare at the girl for another few seconds, clearly shocked she'd never made a paper airplane before. It was his personal belief that one had not truly lived until they had made a proper paper airplane, and therefore was appalled to hear from her own mouth that she hadn't. How did she surivive detention anyway, without it? Although come to think of it, he didn't think he'd ever seen her here before....she seemed like the sort of person he'd be able to remember. "That's stupid. You must've had a pretty boring childhood," he replied more matter-of-factly than insulting, for a life without paper airplanes was truly one he could not imagine. Reaching down to rip another piece of paper from his notebook, he handed it to the girl with a smile. "I'm Matt, by the way,"

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Oh, had she annoyed him? Perhaps he didn’t do well with being ranted at. Kylie smiled apologetically, her intention never having been to annoy him. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Especially if he was going to teach her how to make a paper airplane. If she got on his bad side, then he’d never teach her and she’d have to sit and wait for detention to end. He was probably right, though… Besides, who was he to trust her to keep a secret? They’d just met. “Clubs.” She repeated, thinking about it. He… was actually probably right. She’d never really thought of it like that. The more you know. “I suppose you’ve got a point.” Fine. It wasn’t like she could just go online and try to teach herself how to make complicated paper airplanes.

Kylie’s smile fell. “My childhood wasn’t boring!” That was hardly a fair assumption. Just because she’d never learned how to make a paper airplane didn’t mean her childhood had been boring. The lessons she’d taken had been voluntary, not forced. She hadn’t had to been a little socialite daughter like some of her girl friends had been. Kylie had grown up actually having fun and she could probably thank Austin for that. Otherwise it would’ve been lessons she didn’t want to take and being dolled up for social gatherings. Her smile returned soon enough. It wasn’t like her to be upset. “Kylie.” She said, taking the piece of paper. Kylie glanced to the front of the classroom; the teacher seemed to have dozed off. That was fine. She turned back to Matthew, ready to learn how to make a paper airplane.