The Fourth Stall Part II

by Chris Rylander

ignore it. He stood up and started shouting. “Quiet down! This is detention! I said, quiet!” She just kept on laughing, and Mr. Daniels’s normally pale face filled with red, as if somebody had just opened his skull and poured in a whole pitcher of tomato juice. “Stop that!” he shouted. But now everybody else was laughing, too, not just Hannah. Except they weren’t laughing at Vince’s line; they were laughing at Mr. Daniels. And also just because. Kids know when a situation gets out of the teacher’s control, and they will seize that opportunity every time. Especially the detention kids. We were all laughing now, and Daniels looked like he was on the verge of a heart attack. His face was practically bleeding out of every pore, he was so red, and he was pounding on his desk. “Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! This is detention not social hour!” We just kept laughing, and for a moment I almost forgot about how confused I was over whether Mr. Kjelson was good or bad and whether the dark-haired girl was lying to me or not.

awesome. After dinner I told my mom we were headed to the school to play football. And,

Tyrell had discovered that the SMARTs were administered via those sheets that just