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The door creaked behind me as I entered the school to serve my detention. The sound was not new, but tonight it sounded eerie. It was as if it were created just for me. The hallways were silent. That was nothing new either. But the silence in the evening had a different quality. The usual murmuring, chatter, and laughter of the other students were missing. Only my footsteps echoed in the corridors. My backpack, which usually seemed so light, weighed heavily on me today. It was filled with frustration and resignation. When I turned the corner, I saw it: The light in our classroom was on. It was a lonely, dim light in a sea of darkness. I swallowed. The sight unsettled me. Was my math teacher, Mrs. Müller, already there? I hoped not. Nothing against Mrs. Müller. She was a good teacher, but tonight she was the reason for my misfortune. As I approached the door, I felt a sense of apprehension. I wondered if my teacher just wanted to give me tutoring, or if a much bigger punishment awaited me. I knew that in a few hours the sun would rise. But what would happen until then? And what if it wasn't just about math?