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[indent]Not long after the final bell had rung, a wave of sorrow and despair passed through the empty halls of King’s Academy. It was unclear where the source of this sudden melancholy originated from, but one thing that was without a single doubt was the unequivocal fact that, for a group of ten individuals, their fates were going to become intertwined by destiny. These eleven kids, whose age was anywhere from fifteen to being of the legal age of an adult, were going to understand that their actions had consequences. If only they could control themselves, being the first day of school and all.

One by one, Monday’s detention crowd was pouring in, each one looking like they didn’t belong here. Some of them probably thought they were wronged or their association with the actual guilty parties was the main reason they were caught. Maybe they felt they didn’t really understand what they did wrong and they were here so they could get some real answers. Perhaps they had nothing better to do and it was better returning to their uneventful homelife. But, of course, there were those who felt they were tricked into getting detention and it was someone else’s fault; never their own. 

When the door closed, a man who was of Spanish descent looked around the room, seeing the faces of the most senior and junior troublemakers. The only one that seemed to be of a lower grade was Grant. 

“To those who are just joining us here at King’s Academy DEtention, I welcome you. I hope to god that this will be your one and only time with us here. And to those who are repeat offenders,” [url=https://i.imgur.com/uHSsl8i.jpg]Mr. Carlos Alvarez[/url], the guy who teaches Spanish, looked at Vivi and Dante, “welcome back, Dante Mossos and Vivi Salvador. I’m sure you’ll help your new friends get well acquainted with the rules of detention.”

As Mr. Alvarez finished, one of the newcomers raised his hand. Mr. Alvarez checked his seating chart and saw the name. “Ah, yes, Kai Parata--is there something you need?”

[color=20b2aa]“Ya mate. What exactly am I here for?”[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]“Ain’t it obvious, Outback Steakhouse?”[/color] Marco Castillo interjected, giving Kai a glance, 

[color=20b2aa]“Outback Steakhouse? Oh! That’s what you Americans think us Aussies sound like.”[/color]

Savanna rolled her eyes. [color=violet]“I’m surrounded by morons and imbeciles,”[/color] she said to herself, trying to phase out the idiots of Kai Parata and Marco Castillo. The last thing she wanted to acknowledge was Sol’s Big Mac and the newbie, though she had to admit it to herself that Kai was pretty cute.

Carlos Alverez looked over the reactions of the rest of the detentionees and he knew them being cooped up together for an hour was going to be interesting. Some of them looked to be right at home, while the rest were uncertain about their temporary residency among the walls around them. 

“Detention starts now, so keep yourselves occupied or keep the talking to a hushed whisper.”

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