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I didn't say a word as I got into the car.
Mom, of course, immediately started showering me with praise. It was the first time since I started school a month ago that I hadn't gotten detention, and she felt that it was cause for celebration. I told her that with all these stupid rules, I was sure to get detention again tomorrow. She just laughed and said that even if I got it tomorrow, it was nice to have a break.
A break?
A break from what?
A break from Tallie's pencil-tapping beat, my humming along, our weird little back row musical jamboree?
A break from the messy patterns in invisible ink running up and down my arms that I drew while the teacher wasn't looking?
It wasn't a break. It was torture. Everything about this was terrible.
She just didn't understand.