Mitch Rodriguez, In-School Suspension

Mitch sat back in his hard, uncomfortable wooden chair and began to crack his knuckles with a smirk. He knew that the sound irritated the teacher sitting outside the in-school suspension room, as it was called by teachers, and the Torture Room, as it was known by the students.

Most people had never set foot inside this room. Mitch had had the pleasure of setting foot in it not once, but enough times for the headmistress and co-ordinator to recognize him at first sight and flinch, as if wondering how a boy who got straight A's in his tests could serve suspension innumerable times without feeling sorry, or guilty, or regretful at all.

He glanced down at the notebook in front of him. It had a neat, navy blue cover, with a white label stuck on it, saying Mitch Rodriguez, In-School Suspension. Mitch was definitely the kind of student who visited the room enough times to qualify for a notebook specially for the purpose, instead of the usual white A4 sized sheets given for the 'one visit' students.

With a sigh, Mitch opened up his book and began to write. He had been lucky this time. He had gotten into far worse punishments before this. He had even been to an expulsion hearing once, after getting into in-school suspension twice a month. He had been forgiven that time, and had only received a warning. 

This time, he just had to write the same line over and over, five hundred times. He personally thought it was a waste of time, since he could just say it. Mitch tried imagining the conversation he would have with his parents when he got home.

Mitch walks into the living room, a hopefully regretful expression on his face, his head down.

Mom: Oh, Mitch.
Dad: What did you do this time, son?

Mitch: It's, uh, no biggie. (charming smile)

Mom: Not another fight!
Dad: What did the other guy do? Who was it this time?

Mitch: It was Joey. He called me…a…name. 

Mom: Oh, Mitch.
Dad: It was just a name, son. He was probably just having fun.

And so on and so forth.

He blinked his eyes and frowned. It wasn't very bad, since he hadn't caused Joey any serious injury. He just had to sit in here for one day and then he'd be out. No time at all!
Mitch checked his watch and glared it after reading the time. Only another six hours to go.

Just another day in the life of Mitch Rodriguez.