From a concert –like love confession to a drunken detention, these kids had it rough the first two months of school. It seemed like eighth grade was going to be the worst year in the whole school courtesy of Orihara, the head teacher. little did he know that on this day things were about to change.
KOGARASUMARU'S ninth week was starting, and it seemed like it was going to be just like the first eight weeks of "hells school." No it was going to be different. There will be a change.
"This whole one year detention thing has to be a bluff. There's no way he could keep us here the entire year!" Thought Kazu. Of all the people who sat in that detention hall, Kazu was the least concerned about it for two reasons. One: he never takes Orihara serious and two: he had a plan. A plan to get everyone out!
detention had started, the plan was in motion but it was slow motion because the demon teacher was still in the room. In order for the jet's plan to work, Orihara would have to be absent form the room and not just to go to the bathroom.
Emily was in the principal's office near the main phone and the computer. She looked on the school website to find Orihara's number. Then, she called Orihara from the office- her voice disguised as the principal's.
BRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIING! BBRRRRRRRRRRRIIIINNNNNNNGGG!
At first the demonic teacher ignored the phone thinking maybe it was a prank call and the phone rang again.
Brrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnng! brrrrrrrriiiiiinnng!
The longer he ignored the phone, the more it rang and rang.
Brrrrrrring! brrrrrriiiiiiinnng! briiiiiiiiinnnnnnnng! brrrrriiiiiiinnnnnng!
"Alright, ALRIGHT I'M COMING!" He shouted. He stomped to the phone and then snatched it up.
"Hello?"
"…..."
Hello?"
"Is this Mr. Orihara?
"Yes. What is it?"
"Mr. Orihara, you have parked your car in a no parking zone; if you do not move your car, you will have to pay the fine of 1,000,000 yen- thank you and have a nice day." Click
"shit," he mumbled, hoping the kids didn't hear him. He turned to his least favorite students. " I'm going out to move my car. I don't want any monkey business when I'm gone. Understood?"
"Yes ." they all said with a fake innocence in their voices. Kind of like when people make promises and they have their fingers crossed. That's basically how they are with "Onihara."
With that Orihara left to keep himself from paying a fee that would take him till his future retirement to even make, much less pay.
In the hall way he passed by Emily, Who was just on her way to class from the bathroom. "It can't possibly take 10 minutes for a girl her age to use the bathroom. It must have been the burrito surprise at lunch." The very gullible teacher shrugged and kept on walking. Once he was out of Emily's sight, she ran to the detention room and slammed the door on the way in. Kazu and Yayoi stood up and went to congratulate her. "NICE ONE, BABY"
"You really fooled him"
Emily looked a little confused. But then caught on and replied:
"Thanks, but I gave up after the twenty minutes that he didn't answer." Kazu, Yayoi, Ikki, Ringo, and akito were all in shock. It was totally unbelieveable.
"Y-you mean that… Orihara really had to move his car?" Emily got confused again. "Wait a sec. what's going on?" Kazu put his arm around her. "Don't worry about it. At least now our chance to get the hell outta here! Let's move!" before the blond could get the last two words out, everyone jetted out of the room, through the hallway, and then out of the school so fast, they made drag race cars look slow. From that point they knew that they were free. No more detention, no more demon teachers, and no more uncalled for yelling. They were free despite the backfire of Kazu's plan. Will they're freedom last?
1 hour later…
Orihara returned to the school after receiving a one million yen ticket for parking in an illegal zone. He walked through the hallways filled with frustration and fury. Then, he walked up the stairs and into the detention hall- only to find an empty room.
"KOGARASUMARUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!"
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