Taking a Walk

After being dismissed by bell of the after lunch classes, I walked briskly to detention, even past Jabir who had tried to say 'hi' to me as I passed. But I had made the decision that I wouldn't talk to Jabir, not at least until I had cooled down. I was becoming quite green...or yellow might be more accurate...with envy for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Or so I thought. No matter...

Detention was quite boring, there were only two other kids, and they must have been in a different class, for I didn't recognize them.  They looked like the stereotype for rebel boys, and they didn't look like they wanted a conversation with me. So, I sat on the other end of the classroom. The sensei assigned to watch us was an older woman, who said nothing to us apart from, "This, children is detention," she had a raspy voice, she had probably smoked in her youth, "just be quiet, and if you're good, I'll let you out in half an hour. Just don't tell the principal I let you out early." With that, she sat at her desk and pulled out a LIFE magazine and began to flip through.

At that moment, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out covertly, keeping under my desk, but visible enough so that I can read the texts. Although, I'm not sure the old woman would care even if she did catch me.

Two messages. One from Jabir. One from Majime. Majime. I've never opened a message that fast in my life.

Majime: Is there any way I can meet up with you rn?

Caroline: I'm a little busy for the next half hour, but after that I'm free. Whats up?

Majime: Could you get out of it? I need to talk. I'm outside the school. Meet me plz.

Caroline: Okay. I'll try my best.

Majime: Thx. I'm waiting.

I put my phone back in my pocket, sling my bag over my shoulder and walk up the sensei. She looks up with a surprised look on her face when I approach, "What's the matter?"
"Could I...go take a walk? I feel like I'm going to...going to...." I make fake gagging noises, but try not to overplay it, and the horrified look o her face says that it was convincing enough.
"By all means, child! Go get some fresh air," she shoos me out the door, but not before handing me the trash bin, "and take the bin with you."

And I walked out of the school to meet my concerned friend, a trash bin still firmly in my grasp.