The bell rang, echoing freedom—but no one moved. Mr. Grayson stood at the front, arms crossed, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “Detention,” he said, voice like cold steel. “You’re all staying.” Groans rippled through the classroom. The air grew heavier. Backpacks remained unopened, the clock’s ticking became a countdown to nowhere. “I’ve reviewed your test scores,” he continued, pacing slowly. “Abysmal. So, for the next two hours, you’ll rewrite the entire chapter—by hand.” Pens scratched ...
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