Detention. Wen-Di was spending her afternoon in detention. Her maths professor just blatantly told her she was sick and tired of Wen-Di being late for her classes and gave her detention. To Wen-Di's surprise no amount of puppy dog eyes, and reminders of her above average grades could make the professor change her mind.
Detention! Detention? No matter how many times Wen-Di repeated the word it sounded improper, unsuited, just plain wrong coming out of her mouth. As she was sitting in an half-empty classroom, her lips tightly pursed in a pout, she couldn't or more precisely didn't want think about what this meant. Two hours of thinking about all the consequences would surely drive her insane, no matter how optimistic her personality is she couldn't possibly think of a positive side to this detention.
Wen-Di decided it would be best to spend the time revising and doing homework. In the end she didn't do much of either done, instead she doodled. First a portrait of the professor guarding the classroom whose light green shirt matched the walls and made him seem like a chameleon. Then of a punk girl dressed all in black that whose choice of make up made her vaguely resemble a raccoon. The two hours seem to pass surprisingly quickly once Wen-Di drifted into her own little world. As soon as Mr. Chameleon announced she was free to go a sinking feeling appeared in Wen-Di's stomach.
The car on the ride home was as silent as a grave but the look in her father's eyes told her to start preparing for what is probably going to be at least 2 hours of scolding. Wen-Di couldn't decide what was worse the graveyard like science she was facing now or the lecture that was waiting for her.
The lecture was definitely worse. As soon as the front door was shut her father's silent disapproval turned into very loud an vocal disapproval. She silently sat on the couch as her parents brought up every single bad thing she ever did. Wen-Di felt so powerless and insignificant she came close to crying but thankfully she managed to keep the tears in. Crying would make the whole situation worse, it is something children do and if there's one thing Mr. and Mrs. Jeong dislike most it is Wen-Di acting like a child.
Once she was up to her room Wen-Di flopped onto the bed. "Well, that went well." She muffled into her pillow. A few sighs escaped her mouth but her mopping expression was soon replaced with one of determination. "All right, no more fooling around. Starting tomorrow I'm gong to be mature and responsible and reliable and all the other grown up things." She declared a bit to loudly. After hearing her own words she realized she really should be careful about what she promises. But all promises are made for tomorrow and Wen-Di really wished that tomorrow decides not to come, ever.
After glancing at the Peter Pan storybook that had an honorary place at her bookshelf she covered herself with a blanket. A short nap will definitely give her a new perspective and maybe she'll be her optimistic self again.
Detention! Detention? No matter how many times Wen-Di repeated the word it sounded improper, unsuited, just plain wrong coming out of her mouth. As she was sitting in an half-empty classroom, her lips tightly pursed in a pout, she couldn't or more precisely didn't want think about what this meant. Two hours of thinking about all the consequences would surely drive her insane, no matter how optimistic her personality is she couldn't possibly think of a positive side to this detention.
Wen-Di decided it would be best to spend the time revising and doing homework. In the end she didn't do much of either done, instead she doodled. First a portrait of the professor guarding the classroom whose light green shirt matched the walls and made him seem like a chameleon. Then of a punk girl dressed all in black that whose choice of make up made her vaguely resemble a raccoon. The two hours seem to pass surprisingly quickly once Wen-Di drifted into her own little world. As soon as Mr. Chameleon announced she was free to go a sinking feeling appeared in Wen-Di's stomach.
The car on the ride home was as silent as a grave but the look in her father's eyes told her to start preparing for what is probably going to be at least 2 hours of scolding. Wen-Di couldn't decide what was worse the graveyard like science she was facing now or the lecture that was waiting for her.
The lecture was definitely worse. As soon as the front door was shut her father's silent disapproval turned into very loud an vocal disapproval. She silently sat on the couch as her parents brought up every single bad thing she ever did. Wen-Di felt so powerless and insignificant she came close to crying but thankfully she managed to keep the tears in. Crying would make the whole situation worse, it is something children do and if there's one thing Mr. and Mrs. Jeong dislike most it is Wen-Di acting like a child.
Once she was up to her room Wen-Di flopped onto the bed. "Well, that went well." She muffled into her pillow. A few sighs escaped her mouth but her mopping expression was soon replaced with one of determination. "All right, no more fooling around. Starting tomorrow I'm gong to be mature and responsible and reliable and all the other grown up things." She declared a bit to loudly. After hearing her own words she realized she really should be careful about what she promises. But all promises are made for tomorrow and Wen-Di really wished that tomorrow decides not to come, ever.
After glancing at the Peter Pan storybook that had an honorary place at her bookshelf she covered herself with a blanket. A short nap will definitely give her a new perspective and maybe she'll be her optimistic self again.