Micky could feel a slight breeze run up his back from under his shirt, the sweat that soaked his shirt underneath his sweater became ice when the air touched in. It was just one of the many things he was going to have to put up with today, and just like the breeze, discontent for this detention was inevitable. Micky let out a deep sigh, before giving the other students a glance. Half of them seemed like they were feeling the same way Micky was, bored and waiting for their torture to begin. By the looks of the park Micky figure they'd be doing a community service type thing, picking up garbage and generally cleaning the area. The best way to throw away the day, seeing as if this were the case, the park would be just as dirty in about a week or so. 

[color=aba000]"So, Does anybody really know what we're doing here? Like, you know?"[/color] Micky said, he realized he might have said it a bit quietly. He coughed once to clear his throat and sat up,[color=aba000] "Anybody know what we're going to be doing here?"[/color] His voice was projected perfectly in his opinion. He continued to look at everyone in case they were planning on answering, he thought if he could be engaged in a conversation time would fly faster and it wouldn't be as boring as it is now. 

Micky looked  out at the park and started to wonder; How long will we be here for? Micky was sure if Om had said it or not, it was completely slipping his memory. [i]If we're here to clean up garbage and sutff, we might actually be here for hours...[/i] A worried expression plastered his face as he looked down at his watch. [I]Oh no... I might miss the new episode...[/i] Micky let out another, this one wasn't out of discontent but rather disappointment. He whispered to himself, [color=aba000]"Damn."[/color]