GCAVixens: After School Detention with Trina

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Trina Michaels, TJ Cummings Pic(s)

The final bell’s shrill ring was a distant memory, leaving Trina Michaels alone in the unnerving quiet of the classroom. Golden afternoon light streamed through the dusty windows, illuminating floating motes of chalk dust that swirled like tiny ghosts. She tapped a single, impeccably manicured nail on the wooden surface of her desk, the rhythmic click the only sound breaking the silence. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, was fixed on the sole occupant of the detention room, TJ Cummings, who slouched in a chair several rows back. He fidgeted with a frayed strap on his backpack, his usual bravado completely evaporated under her silent scrutiny. The air itself felt thick and heavy, charged with a tension that made it difficult to breathe deeply. Trina finally broke the stillness, her voice a low, controlled murmur that nonetheless carried to every corner of the room. “Detention isn’t a punishment, TJ,” she stated, her words measured and deliberate, “it’s an opportunity for reflection.” She rose smoothly from her chair, her movements graceful yet possessing an undeniable authority as she began to pace slowly down the aisle. TJ watched her approach, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity flashing in his eyes, knowing this was not going to be a typical afternoon. This was a lesson, and Trina was a teacher who demanded absolute attention, ensuring every second of this detention would be permanently etched into his memory.