||9:09, 8/02/2019. Stafford Heights Highschool, Brisbane, QLD, Australia||
"Becky, Michael, and James! You all are late for the fifth time this week! Hurry up and get to class." Mrs. Bramby the receptionist lady called in the office, as we walked in. We start walking out to our House group classroom at the top of the 'B' block building. Becky, James, and I came late again as James wouldn't wake up, as usual when we are staying with him because we have no place else to go. James is my best mate, and have known him since grade 7 on the second day of school, and Becky is my older twin sister and is currently dating James and has been for about a year. No wonder, a big Jock lad and the Netball champion and sports captain, a perfect high school couple, it's a little stereotypical, but they are literally meant for each other. My tall sister with her tanned skin, brown eyes, and black hair woos everyone that she meets with her looks, her dimples, and her charisma, and James who is medium height, brown hair, green eyes, and broad shoulders. Though being a mixed-race couple can have bumps in the road. Becky and I are part Filipino and British but were born and raised in Brisbane, Australia. We are currently in Year 12 of High school, which is stressful and difficult, but at least we are almost done with high school. As we reached the top, we flung our bags off our shoulders, got our books out of our bags, and threw our bags in our lockers, which were side by side, then strolled into our two separate House Groups because siblings can't be in the same house group class. As we sat down in the grey-themed room, we heard a grumble from our house group Mrs. McCrosby, "James, Michael, come here,"
"Ok." We mumbled grumpily, we walked up to her desk which was centered at the back, and she positioned herself so she would sit on the same side of the table.
"You're late for the 5th time this week, meaning I have to give you a detention Michael, James you're fine, you have Rugby training," She declared, I felt my face heats up in shame and anger before I could stop myself
"But Miss! Lachey skips house group every day and you do nothing about giving them a detention," I responded, "And I have choir practice."
"Lachey is anxious, and he can't help it, that's why he does it," She responds viciously, "Besides, Michael, you just need to suck it up, choir practice isn't that important." I was infuriated, she was being racist and not caring. I inhaled and exhaled enough so I didn't say anything stupid (well true).
"Yes, Miss," I muttered calmly. She handed me a handwritten note explaining why I had a detention.
"Hand this to the supervising teacher," She grinned as she handed me the detention slip. I bit my tongue.
"Yes, Ok Miss." I acknowledged. The bell went and I picked up my bag and went out the door as quickly as I could, I saw and heard many people grumbling about Mrs. McCrosby being unjust towards me, everyone hated her.
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