Harmony

Discordia would have been a better name, Harmony thought as she sat at her table in detention. Everything always seemed to fall to pieces around her. She traced a finger over the graffiti on the desk in front of her, but not touching those bits that were too crude, even for her. Sure, she spent a lot of time in detention, but that didn't mean that she was a bad person. It didn't mean that she swore all the time, or had... impure thoughts. Harmony wasn't even quite sure what it was that she was meant to be thinking to go with the rest of her delinquency.

She drummed her fingers on the surface before her, alternating between the fingertips and the nails. She checked her watch. 10 seconds. She alternated the rhythm so that it was syncopated. 30 seconds. 31 seconds. 32 seconds.

"Would you stop that tapping please?" the teacher sitting at the larger table at the front of the room asks. Probably rhetorically.

32 seconds. It had taken the last teacher four minutes before she'd become irritated enough to even ask her to stop. Better not mess with this one.

The bell rang finally, ten minutes later. Harmony had just about given up on it ever ringing. She was almost certain that the bell was broken before she remembered that she had set her watch five minutes fast. She picked up her bag and left the room without a word to the supervising teacher.

Detention lesson number ten: Don't flush the toilet when the sign says "out of order". It's there for your own benefit.