I saw Kirsty flip Macy the bird behind her back. Just as Mr. Greene said that. Just then, I saw my friend, Nate stand up and do a stupid salute.
“I will gladly volunteer an afternoon of mine for a lovely fuckin’ detention!” Nate said, shaking out his medium length black hair that stuck out at all angles.
Smartass.
Mike, Nate’s twin, just verbalized my thought. Thus, earning the both of them detention.

Class ended soon after that, and Macy met up with Nate and Mike and I walked to second period.
“Hey.” I said.
“Sup, Bra’.” Mike said in his deep voice. He says stuff like “Bra’.” just as an odd habit.
Mike had black hair identical to Nate’s, but he grew it out and highlighted it yellow-blonde. It’s still as messy as Nate’s.
“Good evening.” Nate said to Macy and I in a pretend deep voice, and bowing low.
Nate is your garden variety smartass. He makes jokes all of the time and gets in trouble for it. A lot.
We all walked to language arts.
Two periods of hell.