Journal # 1
The time was 8:04. “Crap!!!” Mariah yelled, running threw the halls at St. Joseph. Mariah rounded each corner with a sprinting yell, still running towards first period. She knew that Sister Elizabeth wouldn’t be that harsh, but she was never late. She was coming towards the door, and opened it. “Sister! Sister! Sorry, I’m late!!” But, Sister Elizabeth wasn’t looming over Mariah.. It happened to be Sister Mercy. Sister Mercy was the meanest, slyest, rudest and strictest nun in the school and possibly the state. She hated children, (why is she teaching at Joe’s?) hated things that were not clean and pristine (The room was very plain.) and she was younger than most of the nuns, maybe in her forties or fifties. She had a look of death on her face and snarled like a starved lion.
“Well, well, Miss. Mariah. Thanks for helping us in the lesson of what happens when you’re late. Detention Miss.. Mariah.”
“Sorry Sister Mercy. I was running late, so I-“ Mariah began but a huge intake of breath stopped Mariah short. “I do not care Mrs. Mariah. In fact, I could care less.” Dripping with sarcasm, Sister Mercy, in fact, did not exactly follow the faith. The school called her many nicknames including: Sister Gone Bad, No-Mercy and the Spanish students nicknamed her: Mala ‘bad’. However, her most famous and used nickname was: ‘The Tunnel’.
There are about fourteen nuns on campus.. They all live in a house up the hill. To get to school, seven walk, two drive, three ride a bike, and two take the tunnels. The tunnels are a long winding passage that connects the school to the house. Sister Mercy took the tunnels, and some rumor that she has a secret headquarters down there.
“Where’s Sister Elizabeth?” Mariah asked. Sister Elizabeth taught Mariah English for first period. “Sick. Now, can we continue the class? Mariah, haven’t you interrupted the class enough?”
“Sorry Sister.” Mariah grumbled. “Sorry, that I was five minutes late.” Mariah smiled. She wasn’t the only one who could dish the sarcastic humor. However, Sister Mercy could dish it, she certainly couldn’t take it.
“Miss Mariah!” Sister Mercy screamed, fuming with anger and with a face that could kill a cow, “More detention! A week of it! Then, after school each day you will come to my, After Detention Detention, for another forty minutes. Doesn’t that sound great! Doesn’t that sound amazing? Won’t someone learn their lesson?” Sister Mercy could’ve taken away Mariah’s time after school. (Approximately eighty minutes) But, Sister Mercy wasn’t going to take Mariah’s pride. “Sure,” Mariah said, “Then during your stupid after detention detention, we can continue this stupid fight.”
Sister Mercy was about to explode. “MARIAH PETRILLO! ENOUGH! SIT DOWN!” Mariah turned around and headed to her desk, which was the center of the first row, right in front of the desk. Sister Mercy continued teaching, but kept her squinty hawk-like eyes on Mercy. When the bell rang, and Mariah left, Sister Mercy kept her eyes on Mariah..
“She is just SO weird!!” Mariah shouted. Danielle flinched. “I agree..” She whispered. “She’s rude and unholy. I’m more holy then her, and I never go to church.” Danielle O’Malley was Mariah’s closet friend. They shared English, Algebra and Lunch, and walked home every day. “Well, what should I do?” Mariah asked. “Start with detention and then go to after detention detention. How many people will go to that thing?”
Danielle apparently knew, “Most people who get detention in Sister Mercy’s classes go to her stupid program.” Mariah nodded and had some more chips. “What do you think it’s like?” Danielle shrugged. “How should I know? I haven’t been to heck?”
Detention was bad. After Detention Detention was even worse. Mariah was in the room for ten seconds, when she knew the After Detention Detention would be worse. “Well, well Miss Petrillo. Welcome to-“
“Yes, Yes, Sister, After Detention Detention.” Mariah growled.
“Good, good.” Sister Mercy shouted and grinned, a perverted grin and walked to the front of class 101.
There were about eleven teens in the room.. Some were doing work, some were texting while Sister was looking the other way. At 3:45, Sister Mercy clapped her hands and the eleven teens and Mariah looked up and over at Sister Mercy.
“Welcome to the After Detention Detention!” Sister Mercy shouted. “Today’s lesson is: Talking Politely.” Sister Mercy glanced at Mariah when talking about her program. “We will study and learn about how to talk, do a worksheet and then we will practice how to talk. Doesn’t that sound good?”
The room was filled with small groans and some whispers. Most of the students were rolling their eyes. In fact, the only person who actually cared was Sister Mercy.
“Talking to students as a student you may talk to them nicely and have more-“ Sister Mercy had the most boring, unnecessary speech about talking politely that in two minutes half the people were slumping and sleeping, some were on the way. In another five, everyone except Mariah was sleeping. Mariah couldn’t believe that Sister Mercy didn’t notice the sleeping After Detention Detention members. Either Sister Mercy was too intense into her PowerPoint presentation, or she was too intense into her PowerPoint. Either way, Mariah was starting to sleep herself.
“Time for a worksheet!!” Sister Mercy exclaimed, and everyone woke up, startled. Sister Mercy could’ve yelled ‘Fire!!” for the same effect. Sister Mercy passed around worksheets that were made for kindergarteners. The worksheets had pictures of bears and cartoons of smiling children. They’re were five questions, which anyone could’ve answered, weather they watched Sister Mercy’s PowerPoint or not.
Sister Mercy watched Mariah during the worksheet, with a hungry look on her face. Little did Mariah know, that Sister Mercy wasn’t about to give her mercy.
