We begin our story with a somewhat short girl named Meghan Grendish. She has blonde hair reaching just above her mid-back, calm brown eyes, and what can be described as a plump body. She wasn't fat, or large, in any regard, but Meghan had no interest in being a supermodel that looked all-too-skinny. A sophomore in high school, specifically at the Central Reign High School, Meghan is a straight-A student with hopes to work with animals, perhaps as a veterinarian.

Meghan was dressed in dark jeans and a red tee-shirt, which was covered up by a grey sweatshirt from her favorite band, Mercy Wars. As the name might suggest, they were a hard-rock band that specialized in 'Set It Off'-esque type music. The sweatshirt was large for Meghan, but she didn't mind as it was warm, and very comfortable. Meghans black shoes carried her to her seat in math, geometry to be exact. She sat down, set her backpack filled with notebooks and one very blue pencil case next to her chair, and put a binder that had the work they got from geometry on her desk. Meghan, despite the sweatshirt and music taste, was a very sweet girl. She smiled often, made friends with whoever she could, and despite being bullied during her elementary years for her weight, tried to see the best in people.

Next to Meghan sat a tall Asian teenager named Andy Dennis-Micheals. Andy was a nice boy, skinny, and played the violin to perfection. Andy often struggled in math, and sat next to Meghan for the sole purpose of being tutored in their current lessons. It was hard to find time for them to study together due to violin practice, and in-school band rehearsals, but they managed to get Andy's grades from low C's in math up to middle B's. Andy wore a pink shirt that simply said 'PRACTICE', and nothing else. He also had light blue jeans on, and managed to make a pink shirt and work books... well, work.

Andy was talking to Justin Gomez, a tan boy with dark brown hair. He was what some would call the 'school hottie', and was dressed as one might expect. A black shirt was accompanied by a leather jacket and dark jeans, and black vans. He was eating a cherry lollipop that had a tootsie roll in the middle.

Andy and Justin were talking about whether they had a test or not, it being a Friday and the deemed day of structured questions on a sheet of paper that don't have any relevance to the real world.

Despite the two boys freaking out, Meghan was cool-headed, knowing it was only a quiz, and they would be fine. Maybe. Probably not Justin.

The bell rang with an almost annoying beeeee, and the class began. A bearded man entered the room, with an obvious beer-belly but seemingly sober. He held a stack of papers in his hands, warm and fresh from the printer. Students tried to get a better look at them, but it was only quizzes themselves, not the answer key. "You'll be having a quiz today on 'How to Find the Hypotenuse of a Triangle'. You're allowed to use calculators, and you need to show any work you do. Some questions don't require work, but I would like to know what goes on in your heads," the teacher explained, passing the quizzes out casually. "Miss Hender, please put your phone on the top corner of your desk. That goes for everyone as well," the teacher said. Every time there was a quiz or test, the teacher would ask that electronic devices go on the edge of the desk, so a student wouldn't be suspiciously looking down at their lap if they try to cheat.

The girl on her phone, Stacy Hender, sighed and put her phone on her desk. She was a flier on the cheer squad, but also a rather impressive member of the lacrosse team. Stacy wore a skirt that just barely made it through the dress-code check that she got daily. Her top was covered by a blue cut-out shoulder shirt, and on top of that was a opened, darker blue jacket that barely weighed anything. Despite being labeled as a cheerleader who only wanted to get the guy, Stacy was very smart, excelled in her classes, and has been considering skipping a grade to graduate early. She was also a forward in lacrosse, so she has a good chance of being a captain for the team in the coming years.

"Mr. Heisse, how hard is this test gonna be?" Justin asked, leaning back in his chair as the blank quiz was placed upside-down in front of him.

Mr. Heisse, the teacher, sighed. "It depends on how much of the notes you've been copying down, Mr. Gomez. For Miss Hender, who has picked her phone up again, the quiz will be easy," the man said with a small smile, moving to the next row of students.

Meghan looked down at her quiz, furrowing her brow. Was this... a joke? The girl glanced over to Andy's paper, her eyes widening in realization. Before Meghan could call out Mr. Heisse's mistake, Andy grabbed her paper and smiled broadly.

"You got the answer key? No way!" Andy whispered, sliding it over to his side and letting his eyes look over the information. Andy had a knack for remembering things, so the numbers on the page came easy to him.

"Andy, I don't think we should-," Meghan started, then frowned as Justin leaned over to glance at the paper.

"Nice!" Whispered the boy in the leather, clapping Andy on the shoulder and quickly writing down what he could.

"Really, I don't think we should be doing that," Meghan whispered fervently, trying to snatch her paper back.

"Miss Hender! Once more and I will have to give you detention!" The teacher called, standing. He was in what someone would call a 'bad mood', if they were a student. Multiple students lighten their heads to look at Stacy, who was slowly putting her phone back on her desk. "And what are the three musketeers talking about?" He asked, standing and walking over.

Meghan didn't have time to explain or stop the two boys.

Mr. Heisse grabbed the answer key, furrowing his brows and looking over it. "Truly, I believed that the two boys would go this way, but not you, Meghan. Detention for all of you today," he said, pulling the papers from Andy and Justin. "And you all fail the quiz," he said, his eyes narrowed as he returned to his desk.

Meghan's eyes widened, and she slowly leaned back in her seat. I've never had detention before. I've never failed a test, much less a quiz, before.

Andy and Justing glanced at each other before deciding to stay quiet.

"Miss Hender! Detention today, and I'm collecting your phone," Mr. Heisse said, standing and walking over to Stacy's desk. Despite a very verbal reluctance from Stacy, the teacher grabbed her phone and took it back to his desk, slowly placing it on the corner.

The rest of the class was silent, with little talking for the rest of the period. For Meghan, she went through the rest of the school day numbly, still in shock about what happened. Should she explain to the teacher what happened? She should text her dad and tell him she won't be home for another hour, right? That would come eventually, but for now, she had to find the detention room.

Meghan made her was through the halls of the school before poking her head into a usually quiet and unused room. She found Stacy, Andy, Justin, and some other kids sitting quietly in their desks.

Mrs. Jesslia, a literacy teacher, was at the main desk, reading a book. She glanced her dark brown eyes up to Meghan, moved some of her white hair out of her eyes, and hummed a bit. "You're late."