David watched the interaction between Miss Bell and Keiko with a silent mouth and wide eyes, thankful that he did not get verbal backlash.  The only thing worse than getting a bad grade was getting yelled at by an adult other than your own parent and he felt bad for his classmate.  As they both stood there like confused puppies and then directed to scram, David pulled his bag up his shoulder and made for the door, his crinkled papers bunched in his hand.  Not sure exactly what to do between the end of school and detention, he wanders to the library to try and fix his assignment so that detention would be short lived.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Flipping open his phone to text his mother, he turns the cell off before entering the library, half avoiding another detention but also avoiding his mother's reaction.  Sitting at an empty table, there were hardly any other students present and by the looks of them, they were all trouble makers awaiting their fates as well.  David took out fresh paper and began to rework his assignment, though the task was difficult because he had a hard time decifering the right answers when he thought he had them previously.  Perhaps she just wanted a different opinion, he thought to himself, maybe one less direct and more abstract.<br/><br/><br/>So caught up in the assignment, David lost track of time trying to sound wise beyond his years, pulling from all the Times articles he had read, making his take on history philisophical.  Checking his watch, he mumbles a curse and grabs his things, the papers clutched again in his hand and races out of the hall and towards the room for detention.  Coming to a skidding halt outside the door, he collects himself as best as possible before slowly opening and stepping inside.<br/>