discipline room
Lisas eyes shifted nervously to the clock on the wall. For 15 minutes now, she’d been pacing in front og the big door marked simply ”discipline” on a small sign. She was clutching the sealed pink envelope, she’d been told to bring along, not sure about its content or the consequences it would bring her. Lisa had been at the school for less than a week, but she was pretty sure that they went above and beyond detention and writing lines when it came to punishments. Whenever she brought it up, a sense of dread came over the other girls before someone hurriedly changed the subject. Now she was going to see for herself.
She stopped dead in her tracks. Was that muffled crying, she was hearing from the other side of the door? Must be nerves, she muttered to herself, and as she started pacing again, her thoughts went back to the events that led her into this situation in the first place.
((if you’ve got an idea for what she did wrong, there’s room for a flashback scene here. btw Lisa is 15, brunette, normal height and build, if a bit petite, and wears her hair in a long ponytail))
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