The Ring Series: Book 1


2. Detention

I sat in class, bored to death by the lecture my teacher was giving me about punctuality. "You have to be early, blah, blah, blah..."

"Mr. McGavin, are you even listening to me?" asked my teacher. I sat up and looked at his wrinkly face.

"Sorry, Mr. Ghatsky." Mr. Ghatsky had a scraggly beard, a wrinkly face, and wire-rimmed spectacles that sat on his crooked nose. His hair (he barely had any) was combed all to one side, and pressed down with gel. He was only a little taller than me, and he talked in a stern and boring voice.

"Yes, you better be sorry, Mr. McGavin. Now, as I was saying, you have a two-hour detention after school today." I sat up in my chair.

"Wait, did you say a two-hour detention?" I re-stated.

"Yes, you heard me. A two-hour detention, plus two classes in summer school!" he yelled. I wiped the spit off my face and coughed away Mr. Ghatsky's stinky garlic breath.

"Mr. Ghatsky, I can't stay for detention. I'd really love to, but I can't." The whole class was looking at me now.

"And why is that, Mr. McGavin?"

"Well, I have a plane flight that I can't miss. It's right after school," I replied.

"Excuses, again, Mr. McGavin! Another hour of detention. Fantastic! I get you for three more hours," Mr. Ghatsky said sarcastically.

"It isn't an excuse! You have to believe me! Ask Ryan, he's coming with me," I said. Mr. Ghatsky turned around to Ryan's desk. It was empty. I slouched. It was a great day to be absent, I thought.

"Oh, really? Now, would you like to keep away from me and let me teach my class, or what?" I moaned and sat back in my chair.

At break, I met up with Madison and Joe. They asked me about class, and how Mr. Ghatsky dealed with my tardies. I kept silent and chewed on a cheese stick.

"Hey, at least you won't have to ever see that loser again in your life after today," Madison said. I slouched.

"Actually, he assigned me three hours of detention after school and two classes with him at summer school," I muttered. Joe and Madison jumped to their feet.

"But what about the Trainee Camp?" Joe asked. The Trainee Camp was why I had to catch a plane after school. The camp was in Florida, and we were all going. They teach us really cool stuff there, like how to fight, weld, and survive in the wilderness. We'd all been waiting for this summer to go, since they only allowed kids from ages 14-18 there.

"I don't know," I said after an awkward silence. "It's okay, you guys can go without me. I'll be fine." Madison punched my shoulder.

"No! Evan Kyle McGavin, you are coming with us to that Trainee Camp if it is the last thing I do!" Madison screamed. Aw man, I hated when people used my full name. Especially if it's a girl. Joe and I were shocked by Madison's sudden burst of energy. Just then, Ryan came tumbling into our group.

"What happened?" Ryan asked. Joe filled him in with all the details. Ryan sat there, shocked.

"That was my reaction too," Madison said. Ryan shifted uncomfortably from leg to leg, then looked at me nervously. 

"But, but, we've waited for this for our whole lives!" Ryan cried. He wiped a tear from his eye. This was the first time I'd ever seen Ryan cry. Joe pat Ryan on the back and sat him down on the bench. 

"Guys, I'll be fine. You can go to Trainee Camp and I'll stay. I can go next year, anyway," I said. Ryan shook his head and stood.

"Evan Kyle McGavin, we are not leaving you here!" Ryan screamed. Again with the full name! Joe calmed Ryan down, got his breathing back to normal, and sat back down. 

"They're right, Evan. We won't leave without you. We'll find a way," Joe said. 

"No, I want you to go. There's no way Mr. Ghatsky is going to let me leave for some Trainee Camp. And not even my mom would be able to bail me out. Trust me, you have to go," I said. Joe placed his hand on my shoulder. Just then, the bell rang for class. I waved good-bye to Madison and Joe. Ryan and I headed off to third period. 

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