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"I can't believe you can't get me out of this... I mean, it's so absurd! It's not like I'm a defective or anything..." Lauren pouted, looking out the passenger side window.
"I'll make it up to you... Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day."
Lauren rolls her eyes as she steps out of the car and walks up the school's front steps.
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"Is this the first or the last time we have to do this?"
"Last..."
"Well get out there and use the time to your advantage."
"Mom, we're supposed to study, we just have to sit there and do nothing."
"Well you figure out a way to study."
Ally gets out of the car and walks towards the school.
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"Hey, I screwed around... girls' screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught sport."
"Yeah, Dad already seemed me, alright?"
"You wanna miss your match? You wanna blow your ride? Now no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case."
Normani gets out of the car and walks into the school.
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There are six tables in two rows of three.
Lauren is sitting at the front table.
Ally comes in and sits at the table behind her.
Normani comes in and points at the chair next to Lauren at the front table. Lauren shrugs so Normani sits there.
In walks Camila, she touches everything on the checkout desk and takes a few things in the process.
Camila walks over to where Ally is sitting and points to the table on the opposite side of the Library. Ally reluctantly gets up and moves.
Camila sits at the table Ally was at and puts her feet up.
Dinah walks in. She walks all the way around the library and sits in the back corner table, just behind Ally.
Lauren and Normani snicker. Ally looks at her in confusion and turns away.
Mr. Cowell walks in, with a stack of papers in his left hand. He addresses the group with such rudeness you wonder how he ever got the job.
"Well...well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time..."
Lauren raises her hand.
"Excuse me sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but...um... I don't think I belong here..."
Mr Cowell doesn't care. He just continues to talk.
"It is now 7:06. You have exactly eight hours and forty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways..."
Camila spits into the air and catches the spit in her mouth again.
Lauren looks like she is going to gag.
"...and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats."
He glances up at Camila and points at her.
"...and you..."
He pulls the chair out from under Camila's feet.
"...will not sleep. Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay-of no less than a thousand words-describing to me who you think you are."
Camila raises her hand. "Is this a test?"
Mr. Cowell passes out paper and pencils and takes no notice of Camila.
"And when I say essay...I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Ms. Cabello?"
Camila looks up. "Crystal..."
Cowell smirks. "Good, Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return.
Ally raises her hand and stands.
"You know, I can answer that right now sir...That'd be "No." No for me 'cause..."
"Sit down Hernandez..."
"Thank you sir..." She sits.
"My office..." Cowell points."...is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised."
He looks around them.
"Any questions?"
"Yeah...I got a question." Camila says.
Cowell looks at her suspiciously.
"Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?"
'I'll give you the answer to that question, Ms. Cabello next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young lady, you'll get the horns."
And with that, Cowell leaves.