'House of cards' for the drabble thing B)
Send one in and I’ll write a drabble about it! (asdfghjk; of course they’re in detention)
House of Cards
This wasn’t going on her records… was it?
Ten set her head down on the desk, a whine resonating from the back of her throat. She was lucky to still be allowed in this school after what she did; stealing a one-star goku uniform was punishable by death, she didn’t want to imagine what her theft of a three-star would have warranted.
A snore sounded from behind her. Ten inched her gaze over, wary of the overseeing teacher and their evil eye, to find out where the noise was coming from.
It was a male student, obviously asleep at his desk. He had a wrinkled shirt with an unkempt tie, and scuffed shoes. How on earth could he get away with that? Such grubby appearance called for at least a decent beating from the student council president, yet further observation showed no injuries to speak of.
“No chit-chating!” barked the teacher, even though it’s been quieter than a whisper for the entire length of the sentence. Ten nonetheless swiveled her body back around to focus on her homework. That was the only good thing about detention. Everything else made her itch waiting for it to be over.
Ten was finished within twenty minutes. She chalked it up to having nothing better to do, but now she had another half hour to kill. If she slept like the other student, she’ll be punished. If she looked like she was slacking off, she would be punished. If she asked to go to the bathroom – punished. It wasn’t a very win-win situation for her, even though she was still flummoxed by the other’s ability to get away with it. From her previous observation, he was two seats behind her and one to the right, yet the teacher seemed only attentive on Ten.
All of her thinking seemed to coerce the teacher into sparing a glance to the second detendee. Ten could see the indignation in their eyes, mouth about to open to reprimand a person not even conscious – if not for Ten shooting her arm up.
“Wha-what time is it!” She wouldn’t be surprised if she could be heard from three classrooms over but it didn’t matter as long as she got the teacher’s attention.
Their eyes narrowed in turn and they went to look at this wristwatch. In that sliver of time Ten threw her eraser at the male’s head, clonking him so that he shot awake. By the time the teacher answered with 5:56 pm there were two sets of eyes staring back. Ten breathed a sigh of relief and waited out the remaining four minutes of detention with aplomb. As the bell told she gathered her belongings, forgetting her eraser, and skipped out so she would be able to catch the late bus home.
And though the male student may never know they had been rescued, Ten still smiled at helping them out. She could still make a difference... even if it was insignificant. Just a little...