Time to go home, well, at least for the most fortunate. For me, however, I am stuck in detention with the Iceberg. I walk into the Detention Hall and sit in the front row. "Okay, delinquents, phones in the basket, let's go." Ms. Bloomberg says after closing the door. She walks around with a bin for our phones. I place mine in. "No talking, no getting out of your seats, no food, no drinks, no gum, and absolutely no talking." I raise my hand.

"Um, can we do homework?"

"What did I just say? Absolutely not. This is not a Study Hall. This is detention." She sits down at her desk.

"Great," I huff under my breath.