“And Carlin, take off the hat.”

Slowly, she sits down and pulls her beanie off her head. My head drifts ever so slowly to the side to catch a simple glimpse of her. Her eyes are staring straight at me, no smile, just a questioning look. Awkward much? I focus my eyes on the white board ahead of us. It reads, “No talking, no eating, no drinking, NO SLEEPING”

“You know dress code Carlin.” The teacher says.

“Mrs. Douglas, you just can’t stop talking to me huh? And I’m in Saturday school..not actual school. Dress code don’t count.” She chuckles and tilts her head back with her beanie resting on her face as if she is going to fall asleep.

She is wearing a white tank top with a red peace sight spray painted on it. The material is so thin that her black and white checkered bra shows clearly. My eyes drift down to her pants, well used to be pants. She cut black skinny jeans off to where they are short shorts. Her thighs are amazing, her whole body is pale yet its gorgeous at the same time. Her feet are covered by bright red converse, scribbled with sharpie.

I wish I had a body like hers. Perfect curves everywhere where they are needed. Perfect white teeth along with a perfect smile. Golden hair that seems to fall in all the right places.

“And what did you do Davies to earn,” Mrs. Douglas types on the computer, looking it up “three weeks in this place.”

“Ouch good luck.” I hear Spencer muffle next to me.

Mrs. Douglas peers at me from behind her thick rimmed glasses. “You’re the one who hit Mr. Murray aren’t you?”