This time for forgetting your homework.
As the last school bell rang you headed to the detention building.
You'd heard that most other schools use a classroom but yours was dedicated to rehabilitation.
The smallest misdemeanor sent you there for a minimum of five hours.
Detainees came back smarter, stronger, politer with almost no memory of their detention.
All you ever remember is a metal box with barbed wire for hinges.
The door has your name on it and only opens to tell you what your detention will be.
Sometimes you remembered flashes of previous detentions.
Mostly sound and smell, the non-stop crying, flies buzzing and the smell of stale sweat.
Not everyone could handle detention and quit the school, leaving its' perfect reputation behind.
They were never heard from again.
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