Detention

You are in detention.

Its possible, though you will deny it, that maybe, perhaps, there is a chance... that you were day dreaming in class.

Your Marine Biology teacher, Mr. Mackerel, decided it was an egregious enough offense to send you to detention.

So here you are, in detention.

Though... the teacher left recently, and hasn't returned for a while.

This was probably not the best idea.

The current state of the room is one of mild anarchy, the kind that seeps into a room when someone says "If the teacher isn't here after 15 minutes, we are legally allowed to leave". The kind where every hushed whisper becomes a full voice, fighting for dominance before turning to shouts, students whooping and hollering above the din of their peers, before someone takes a seat in the teachers chair, and another attempts to make a break for the window, calming it all for a mere few moments, each quiet second a measure of peace, the calm before the growing storm of adolescent chaos.

But in this emerging chaos, you take your opportunity, this moment is yours!

You shall be born anew, no longer chained to the history you must bear with you every day!

You shall take on a new name!

What shall that name be?