Recipe for Disaster [Aoife]

[northernireland]

Detention? Ah, he should've seen it coming.

"Really now, Robert?" Donald had chimed during his history class. Robert D. Sorensen was the name of the teacher however 'Robert' was simply enough to capture this elderly man's attention. This teacher was old, hair thinning and white, but was surprisingly healthy, lively, and terribly disciplined and mean. If he could recall, Robert looked reminiscent to the American fast-food icon, 'Colonel Sanders'.

There was a grin plastered on his face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He had been humoring the class with his antics, remarks, and comebacks to the irritated teacher. Donald wasn't making a fool out of himself. More of, he was making a fool out of the teacher by pressing him a litany of questions, only to point out all of the wrong facts and rubbing it on his face.

"Detention?" Don repeated again as he stared into the firm eyes of Mr. Sorensen. "Please, now Robert we don' have te do it that way."

"Better than getting expelled, Mr. Kirkland."

"Ayeesh stop 'm nae a Kirkland, dammit call me 'O'Neill'. Ye can get sued fer callin' people the wrong name in America, don'tyeknow?"

"Get out. Now."

If this nasty professor was trying to humiliate him in class, it certainly wasn't working. Donald leaned back and then glanced at a girl.

"Can't be that bad, right?" He winked as she smiled slightly.

He got up, picked up his belongings and then sauntered over to the front desk where he received a pink slip and a dreadful glare. As he got out, he stared at the piece of paper in his hands.

"The cafeteria? The hell they gun' do ta me there? Some sorta new form o' punishment?"

Goodness to God, he could be ditching right now. Perhaps Don was too much of a nuisance to that teacher and he didn't think it all the way through. Snickering to himself, he folded the parchment and then tucked it in his pocket. He imagined a map of the school campus on his head and followed the way his instincts told him. As he trekked along, he realized that he was going to a dinky area of the school that looked like a 2-star American penitentiary, straight from a C-rated Hollywood movie. Wonderful.

This place was reserved for all of the 'monster' kids. Don shuddered to the thought. When he walked into what he thought was the cafeteria, he froze. God, was the place filthy--and it was teeming with...

"MotherFUCKINGSweetbabbyJesusChrist--" Don nearly fainted when he saw two roaches scamper across the tile. He was going to have a heart attack. As if on cue, he saw the shadow of a large person approach. Oh dear god, it was the lunch lady.

God fucking shite--why didn't he just leave.

[eire]

"Detention?! Are ye pullin' me leg?!"

Detention. It wasn't exactly something Aoife O'Neill was a stranger to, especially at her previous school. When you have a personality as rebellious as the Irish student did, you were bound to end up there; no matter how good your grades were. To be completely honest, the redheaded teen had been lucky that she hadn't yet done anything too serious that had needed a strict form of punishment. Her record at Asher Academy had been kept surprisingly clean, actually.

Well, that was until today. Because it seemed that on this day, luck wasn't really on her side.

"But Ser!" she started to protest, gesticulating wildly as the deputy headmaster stared her down with an angry scowl plastered on his face. "I didn' mean te do it! It was an honest mistake!"

"Almost burning down the chemistry lab is not something we take lightly at this school, Miss O'Neill."

"But it was fer th' sake o' science! Yer can't blame me fer tryin' te improve--"

"I don't want to hear your excuses," the deputy-head sighed whilst rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily. Aoife couldn't help but cringe at this action. After all, even she realised that it must be pretty exhausting to have an accidental arsonist roaming the school halls. All of the teachers were probably wary of her most of the time. Especially when it seemed that most of the incidents she ended up causing that involved damaged property thanks to smoke exposure or flames were because of fires she hadn't even meant to start.

Okay... It was also true that maybe this time she had deliberately tried to start a very small fire to speed up an experiment that had ended up going out of control, but even so! You could hardly blame her for that, right?

Well, actually you could. Seeing as that was what the teachers were doing now. And so, Aoife had once again found herself facing the wonderful thing that was detention.

It was a strange punishment this time, though. Instead of being sent to the detention hall as per usual, the Irish teenager had been instructed to instead head to the cafeteria. What was this all about?

"Probably wan' me te clean th' dishes," grumbled Aoife to herself as she sulked on the way to the cafeteria. "What a waste o'---"

She stopped abruptly the moment she set foot in the place. Because it was crawling with cockroaches. Thousands of them!

Her nose crinkled in disgust as she glanced around the area, letting a small "yuck" escape her. Sure, cockroaches were unpleasant but Aoife wasn't exactly squeamish or scared of them. They were not something she liked or wanted to be around; but she would survive.

And then Aoife's green eyes landed on something very different. Something she hadn't been expecting to see at all. Something that was very, very red. Someone that looked just like her.

"Donny?!" her thick accent was laced with clear surprise as the Irish student stared at her identical twin brother, mouth hanging open as she gawked at him. "What th' feck are yer doin' ere?!"

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OOC: Icy-bro!!!! I am so sorry; I didn't even see this until recently! Hope this is good enough for you.