It took me three hours to finish detention. Three hours of trying to fight my worst fears. Three hours spent in cursing professor Bulock.
How could such a cruel thing be used as detention? How could such a cruel method be utilized?
I remembered his last words to me in class this morning, his last words that had sent a chill down my back.
'No way for her to learn about our ways, for her to learn about respect and discipline in class if not through that.' That meaning detention.
It would explain the reason why I had been the only one that had been in detention. No one wanted their worst fears thrown at them. No wonder the sheer decorum in school.
The bullying had only continued because of who the bully was. But I am sure that Rachel would repent if she was subjected to her fears. Three hours of living with them, and I knew that I wouldn't disrespect Professor Bulock in his class again, so far as he lets me be too.
