Detention, Saturday

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Today's detention was starting out on the ground floor of the school. Of course, they wouldn't be staying there. When those who had detention arrived, they'd find four pairs of drab grey coveralls with their individual names (Gavin, John, Triela, and Amber) sewn on the chest. There were brooms, dustpans, mops, sponges, feather dusters, and every other imaginable cleaning item stacked beside the coveralls.

"Good morning," Fraser said brightly. "I'm sure we all know why you're each here today. So, let's get right to it. In front of you, you will find coveralls with your name on it. Put them on and grab a broom. We're cleaning the entire school today. Sweeping, mopping, dusting, buffing, everything. I will be checking behind you so don't think you can do a lazy job and not have it come back at you."

He grinned again. He was oddly chipper this morning. Not that that was different for Fraser but after the last week, it was good to smile genuinely again.

"Please, put your coveralls on and start cleaning."

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"Dammit," she muttered but put her uniform on and grabbed a mop.

After yesterday, this was the last thing she wanted to spend her Saturday doing. She would never sleep in Mr. Jameson's class again, that was for sure.