/* in my head

[jameson robert bolton]

it's the cruelest joke to play
i'm so high i'm runnin' in place

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detention. it was a word that was all-too-familiar to this boy. more often than not, jamie was in it. why was he in it this time? he hadn't shown up to school in over a week. then, today, he came and the teachers caught him in their spidery web of authority. but not only did they catch him after missing a week of school, they also caught him baked out of his tree. he was given two hours of detention after school, and if he didn't show up, that was the end of his highschool career, young man. and they would be calling his parents. big fuckin' whoop. jamie couldn't give a rat's ass if they called his parents. they wouldn't do anything about it. his dad would just give him a look like 'you fucked up, boy' and his mom would just make him cookies or something. what a wonderful family he had.

but this was anything but a good time. in fact, it was horrible. jamie was now sitting in the very front of the classroom, staring intently at the old hag who was supervising him. and she wasn't like the stereotypical detention-watcher. she actually watched the students. and she was a bitch. all jamie had heard in the last half hour was "jameson, quit tapping your finger." and "jameson bolton, you're a turkey! quit acting like such a child." and, in reality, jamie wasn't doing anything. he was sitting there with half of his face smooshed into his hand. one and a half hours of this left. this was going to be really, really suckish.

jamie decided to come up with a game. he was going to come up with an animal for every letter. but, the animal had to be like, foreign. not just a is for aardvark. but like, a for something fantastical that starts with a. hmm. he'd really need to think about this ... maybe some paper would help. "hey, can i get a - " "SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP! jamie stared at her with an open mouth. what the hell? "but all i - " "DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?" wow, let's not be harsh at all. sure, she could've been much worse, but still. this was just unnecessary. really? he couldn't have paper? why not? he had a pen in his pocket, all he needed was a piece of paper. one. piece. ah ha, idea. jamie took his pen and started etching 'jamie' into the desk. however, he didn't even get to finish the j when the old bitch screamed at him to stop vandalizing school property. "CALM YOUR SHIT, LADY." jamie's voice was not quiet at all. in fact, it was pretty loud. he was pretty sure that if someone had been standing outside the door, they'd be able to hear him. but why would someone be standing outside the door?

"mr bolton, if i hear one more peep come out of your sorry mouth, you're going to the office. do you hear me?" jamie simply raised an eyebrow at this bizzare woman. "i was gonna ask for a pencil. that's it. and i didn't hear you, no." the teacher glared at the seventeen-year-old. he returned her look. jamie was not a fan of her. "one ... more ... peep." she was shaking furiously. surely, with jamie having been in this school for four years now, she would've gotten used to him. but, apparently not. jamie gave her the sort of evil grin he gave to a lot of people. "... bitch." the woman stood up and started yelling. "THAT'S IT!" oh? that was it? well, she wasn't doing much of anything. so, jamie was going to stay right where he was. sitting here, doing absolutely nothing, for another hour and a half.

taggedsketch with maisie!
wordsoh you've got to be kidding me
notesahhaaa, i love him. he's perfect.

[maisie laeh cree]

I F l y L i k e P a p e r
G e t H i g h L i k e P l a n e s

"I know, I know, I'm late. Waaah," screeched out Maisie as she whipped the door open and walked into the detention room. "But hey," she started, glancing around the room to find the crazy detention lady, "at least I came instead of just completely ditching. Right, Mrs..." she slowly drifted off. "I mean, uh, Ms... ? Erm, Mizz uh..." she stopped and made a slight brushing away motion with her hand as she laughed a bit. "Fuck, I have no idea what the fuck your name is. Are you even married?" For some reason that question seemed quite funny and she laughed some more, heading toward the desk that Jamie was sitting on. "Sup son?" she asked him, placing her back pack on the floor beside his desk before hopping onto it's surface. "How much longer are we supposed to sit here, even?" she asked. Really, she didn't expect much of an answer to any of these questions. Hell, she didn't even care if they were answered or not, which was why she really wasn't leaving much time in between her questions for the detention lady or Jamie to speak. Why was she being so damn obnoxious? Well, wasn't it obvious. Like usual, Maisie was high out of her mind.

Well no, that wasn't quite the usual. During school hours she usually tried to limit herself so that she wouldn't be too super high. Most of the time she managed to balance it just perfectly so that she could feel good but still somewhat be able to do her school work. You know, just in case she had some major test that she had to at least get a low fifty in. It wasn't that she cared all too much about school, but she did want to graduate from it and failing classes wasn't going to help her accomplish that anytime soon. But today was different. She had woke up and right away felt like total shit. Her first thought in the morning was honestly just, 'Fuck my life.' She would have just stayed home but by now she had already missed way too many classes. If she wanted to get her credits she knew she was going to have to start showing up more often. So what did she do? She took a shit load of drugs for breakfast and packed a shit load more for snack and lunch at school. Through out the day she had just periodically headed to the bathroom to take them as soon as felt the previous dosage starting to die down. The result was the Maisie who had just stumbled into detention late- she had to go to the bathroom to take some more drugs first- since she had been a disruption to the class and got into some verbal argument with a teacher that almost turned into a fist fight.

"Soooo-uh Jamie, how're yuh?" she asked her friend, placing her hand on his head to playfully ruffle his hair. She paused to glance "sneakily" at the detention-lady-what's-her-nuts before looking back at Jamie and leaning down to whisper, "I'm. Soooo-uh. Fuck-in'. High-uh," saying the words as if they were too syllables. She followed her whisper with a whisper-laugh, the kind of laugh that you use after telling someone some dirty secret about someone and then glancing at that person and giggling. She ruffled his hair some more before slowly dragging her fingers through it, suddenly looking like she was ready to fall asleep.

With a sigh she took her hand off of his head, resting her elbows in her lap so that she could hold her face in her hands. "Mind if I take a nap on your desk?" she asked. Once again she didn't bother to give him time to answer and just kept talking. "No? Good. 'Cause if you did mind I still wouldn't move." With that she closed her eyes, telling herself she probably should have taken more drugs so that she wouldn't feel so sleepy. Oh wait... maybe she was so sleepy because she had taken too many? Which was it that was supposed to make you sleepy again? She couldn't really remember. Hell, she couldn't remember much of anything right now. Her mind felt blank as she started nodding to sleep. That damn detention lady better not try to talk to her or make her move. Fuck, who was she kidding? Of course Mizz-what's-her-nuts was going to have something to say.

Word Count: 743 words.
Tag: Jamie Jammies <3
Notes: Sorry for taking so long and then giving you a piece of poooo.
Lyrics: Paper Planes by MIA.