Detention with Mr. Sullivan
After a long night of studying, more like cramming, I was sitting in my pre-calculus class trying not to fall asleep. My teacher, Mr. Sullivan, was a tall and attractive man. Between his dark, curly hair and serious eyes he could make even the most unintelligent girls in his class try their best to pay attention and make good grades in order to impress him. However, my teacher’s looks were no match for the mind-numbing discussion on derivatives and I found myself nodding off. A deep and harsh voice yelling “Aubrey!” swiftly woke me from my stupor. “Aubrey, you know my rules about sleeping in class. You’re staying after school for detention.” “I can’t stay after school, I have to work!” “You should have thought about that before you slept in my class. It’s either …