I ran into science class late (again) covered in toilet water (again) shaking with fear that I would get another swirly from Callahan Berkley, the captain of the football team (like I don't already). Everyone turned toward me and laughed while I sunk into my seat in the front of the room, looking towards Mrs. Turner shamefully while she shook her head with distaste. “Mr. Cordele, why are you late again? Really, we don't have time for this.” Mrs. Turner said to me in a stern voice she uses all the time, even to complement someone. “I took a shower this morning, Mrs. Turner.” I said politely. “You took a shower at 6 am, and you walk into my classroom at the end of the day still wet? Joshua, you know what this means.” And when she said that, all of the metal in the room started to shake. I paid no attention to it, because my ears were ringing with my anger. “Mr. Cordele, you are going to have a months detention, and you have to walk my dog too. Be careful, because he has the runs again.” Mrs. Turner said delightfully and handed me her house key, a leash, an a pink slip that said I had detention on it. And at that point, I broke. Metal from our latest science project started whizzing around the room, threatening to crush someone on the floor, or smack into them in the head, but then it crumpled up into a ball and smacked into Mrs. Turner and posed her on the floor. She was breathing, but knocked out cold. I looked down at my slip for detention and saw that it didn't say that I had a months detention, but it said, “You are the chosen one,” and I looked up to see a girl about my age wearing black, ripped tights and gloves, and a black ruffled skirt with a black halter top and a leather jacket. “My name is Bo, and you will follow me now.” she said. I turned around and saw that my classmates were all looking at me, and I couldn't stay and wait until I was arrested. “Take my arm.” Bo said. I looked down at her stretched out arm and probably blushed, but I grabbed her arm and we warped out of the space time continuum.