Wilbur's POV:

Dammit! Carl forgot to wake me up and, now, I'm so darn late for my first period. Let me guess what Mr. Johnson will tell me when I walk into that door. He will say, 'Mr. Robinson, you are 30 minutes late! Go to detention!' or make that 'Make a 3-page report about the importance of being punctual in class'. Either way, he'll throw my ass in a lava pit and celebrate for the rest of his life! I'm not exaggerating! That dude hates me ever since I graduated! I don't know why but he hates my guts!

I hurriedly went towards my locker to grab my textbooks and then, BAM! I hit a girl in the face and she dropped her things.

"I'm so sorry! Let me help you with that." I frantically helped her pick up a few notebooks, along with a stash of papers and gave it to her.

"Thank you!" she told me as she gratefully shook my hand and left as soon as possible.

I watched as he slim figure disappear in the hallway, leaving me alone in the hallway. Or at least, alone for e few seconds until I got busted by Mr. Johnson.

"Well, well, well! You're late for half an hour and now you're goofing around at the hallways!" he crossed his arms and impatiently tapped his foot against the floor.

"Mr. Johnson, I-I can explain! It's -" I started but he cutted me off

"Not a word, Wilbur Robinson! Go to detention for 30 minutes and I'll be expecting a 5-paged report about -" I rudely cutted him off.

"Yeah, yeah! About the importance of punctuality" I crossed my arms and made a pretty good imitation of his dilemma.

"On second thoughts, make that 45 minutes in detention!"

"But -"

"An hour in detention!"

I clenched my fists and was about to make my way towards Detention Room when Mr. Johnson called my name once again.

"And don't forget your stuffs" he told me as he tossed me my backpack and a black leather book with a clasp.

"But this book isn't mine!" I complained at him but he just rolled his eyes at me and left.