Since it's just me and Miss Nancy, she decided to stare me down for half an hour before finally speaking. Her blue eyes were always on me.

"Miss Kwan." She said slowly so I could hear every sound each letter made.

"Miss Nancy-", I replied in the same tone.

"-Norris" She shot back.

"Right, ok. Norris-"

"MISS Norris." Her voice was low and angry.

"Yes, yes I know, I know you're single. Got it."

She just rolled her eyes, used to the rude comments. I'm honestly surprised she hasn't kicked me out or at least suspended me for a few days. I don't usually insult my teachers like this but when I do, it gets bad. She has been very patient with me. I'm not sure I completely like it.

"Why do you not pay attention in my class?" She asked.

I only shrugged, not wanting to answer. I didn't even have a decent answer or reason, I just don't pay attention. Maybe because it's boring, but all classes are like this for me. I don't have a problem focusing, just a problem of not knowing when I need to shut my damn mouth. My big mouth is what got me in detention last year. A part of me wishes that I hadn't gotten detention. But a bigger part is thankful because if I didn't get it, I wouldn't have met those four wonderful idiots.

"Do you want to get in trouble?" Miss Norris asked again.

"No." I simply replied.

"Are you trying to show off?"

"No."

"Or are you just trying to piss me off?"

"Is this detention or 20 Questions?" I countered.

"I want to know what makes you act this way. What makes you tick." She growled.

"Ok, well listen, Miss Nancy Drew, I don't need you to keep interrogating me. I can go home and get that." I snapped and for a second, her face softened but went straight back to the hard and angry expression.

After a few moments of silence, I continued to doodle on my paper. I could still feel the teacher's stare on me but I decided to ignore it. This was the first day of detention for a week and I'm already starting to become annoyed. She wants to know what makes me tick? Even I don't know that. I don't know why I'm a bitch in class, I just am. How can someone get to know me at all when I don't know myself?

About 15 more minutes of detention and I'm free for the day. It seems like it takes a lot longer than 1 hour when you have a teacher who never looks away from you. I couldn't take it anymore and broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Why are you staring at me like I can make you young again? Just stop it's creepy."

She chuckled. "Someone is going to solve the puzzle one day, Miss Kwan."

"I'm sorry?"

"Someone is going to figure out the mystery."

"Less poetry." I rolled my eyes.

"What I'm saying is someone out there -god help them whoever it may be- is going to crack you open and break your facade and I'm going to be there when it happens."

"Right." I said sarcastically. "And when it does happen, it'll be near the end of the universe."

"Possibly. It depends on if that person is willing to go that far."

"This is real life and especially it's my life. Not a love story. This is also detention. Not therapy."

She raises one eyebrow and nods then turns away from me to focus on some papers. I go back to doodling on the same paper. The paper that was once Biology notes was now covered in different colored lightning bolts. I smiled at the thought of my four friends and teammates. It got me thinking of why I avoided them all summer and part of the school year. My reason seemed like shit all of the sudden, like it had no purpose. Rita was long gone so why did I feel the need to avoid them? If trouble came back, it'd be better if we were all together and in touch. Just to be safe, I'd give myself a week before going to see all of them. I don't want to make them hate me if they already don't. I wouldn't blame them either. I've been a bitch towards them for all this time, being angry at me wouldn't come as a surprise.

"You could be an artist." A voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, what?" I look up and see my teacher looking down at her pile of papers.

"I said you could be an artist. You seem to draw a lot."

"Maybe. I don't know." I shrugged. The idea didn't seem too bad.

"If you love it, go for it."

This entire hour surprised me. We were first arguing over dumb shit now she's giving me advice? Damn. I see her look up at something behind me and I do the same. I watch as the clock on the wall ticks to make 4:30. I turn back around and look at my teacher.

She nods once. "Dismissed."