Hutchinson wasn’t too bad.Samantha Baker had become all too familiar with Mrs. Hutchinson, due to the multiple times Ms. Hatchet, her Advanced Bio teacher, had sent her to detention. Mrs. Hutchinson didn’t care what went on in the classroom, as long as it wasn’t illegal or too loud.On days when Sam was the only one there, Mrs. Hutchinson even let her leave early.“Hello, Sam,” Mrs. Hutchinson said as Sam handed her the detention slip. She had seen Sam so many times she just threw the pink slip in the trashcan beside her desk and wrote Ms. Hatchet in her log book next to Sam’s name.“Hey, Mrs. H., looks like you have a full classroom today,” Sam commented as she looked around for an empty chair.“Yes, doesn’t look like we’ll be getting out anytime soon.” Mrs. H. looked regretfully at her silver-banded watch, no doubt a gift from her husband.“That’s okay. I have some homework I can work on.”“I believe there are a couple seats in the back,” Mrs. H. pointed out.“Thanks, Mrs.
