10 Detention

CHAPTER TEN Detention Scientific Paper (noun). This is a written report that explains the research a scientist has completed. A report usually consists of an introduction, an experimental section, a results and discussion section, and, most important, a conclusion. Just like with any good movie, you need to see how it ends! Scientists always want to read a good conclusion. ON WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON, Birdie and I shuffled down the hallway toward the science lab. Today was tough, even though we had our drumming class. (Elijah was in heaven.) All I could think about was our detention. And now it was happening. We passed a giant banner that read: BUY YOUR FALL FESTIVAL WRISTBANDS IN ADVANCE! Right now, I didn't want to think about anything in advance, especially not what was coming next. Phoenix strode ahead. The back of her vintage rainbow shirt made the world seem happy, even though it wasn't right now. Normally, moving slowly is not my thing. But I wanted to avoid the inevitable.

第十章留校科技论文（名词）。 这是一份解释科学家所完成的研究的书面报告。 一份报告通常包括引言、实验部分、结果和讨论部分，最重要的是结论部分。 就像任何一部好电影一样，你需要看到它是如何结束的！科学家总是希望得出一个好的结论。 星期三下午，我和伯迪拖着脚步沿着走廊走向科学实验室。 尽管我们上了击鼓课，今天还是很难熬。 （以利亚在天上。）我满脑子想的都是我们的拘留。 现在它发生了。我们经过一个巨大的横幅，上面写着：提前购买你的秋季节日腕带！现在，我不想提前考虑任何事情，尤其是接下来会发生什么。 凤凰大步走在前面。她那件复古的彩虹衬衫的后摆让全世界看起来都很开心，尽管现在并不是这样。 通常情况下，行动缓慢不是我的风格。 但我想避免不可避免的事情。

My first and hopefully last detention. Just as we passed the central office, Phoenix disappeared around the corner. And at that very moment, none other than my mother, the principal of Rosalind Franklin Elementary, hurried out of the main office doorway, which says ALL VISITORS TO FRANKLIN ELEMENTARY MUST SIGN IN. My stomach dropped to the school's foundation. "Hi, girls," my mom said in her usual nonheadachy, cheerful voice. She clutched a lined yellow notepad in her arms. Even though it was after a full day, her brown suit looked as crisp as it had this morning. "I can see you're off to chemistry club," she said. "Just swing on by when you all are ready to go home." "Sure," I said in what I hoped was a peppy voice. I gave Birdie a please-don't-say-anything look. But Birdie didn't glance back. For some reason, she studied the floor like she might trip on her shoelaces. We speed-walked away from the office. "You didn't tell her?" whispered Birdie, still studying her sneakers.

这是我第一次也是最后一次留堂。 就在我们经过中央办公室时，凤凰号消失在拐角处。 就在那一刻，我的母亲，罗莎琳德·富兰克林小学的校长，从办公室门口匆匆走了出来，门口写着所有来富兰克林小学的访客必须签到。 我的胃一下子沉到了学校的地基上。 “嗨，姑娘们，”妈妈用她平常那种不头痛、欢快的声音说。 她抱着一个黄色的记事本。 尽管已经过了一整天，她的棕色西装看起来还是和今天早上一样清爽。 “我知道你要去化学俱乐部了，”她说。 “你们都准备好回家的时候，顺便来一趟。” “当然，”我说，希望自己的声音轻快。 我给了伯蒂一个别说话的表情。 但是小鸟没有回头看。 出于某种原因，她仔细端详着地板，好像她会被鞋带绊倒似的。 我们快步离开了办公室。 “你没告诉她？”伯迪小声说，还在研究她的运动鞋。

"No," I admitted. "I guess you must be pretty upset not to tell your mom. You tell her everything." "Yeah." My voice caught. Birdie knows I always give my family a summary of my day at dinner. My dad jokingly calls it my scientific report. "Did you tell your parents?" I asked Birdie. "Yes. Kind of. And my mom immediately wanted to call up Jeremy's mom, and, well, your mom. But I talked her out of it." "That's good news." Birdie's mom is a lawyer, and when she gets worked up about something, you know it. When she goes to court, she has to convince people that her client is correct. She fights really hard for them by outlining all the evidence that supports her argument. Birdie and I once got to watch her practice what she was going to say. And wow. "It's odd that Ms. Daly didn't at least tell your mom what happened," said Birdie. "Yeah." I shrugged. "I have no clue why." We ducked into the science lab and went to the table, where Phoenix was already sitting down. Nearby on the materials table was a bag of iron oxide powder and a bottle of distilled water. Also, in the back of the lab sat stacks of cardboard boxes.

“不，”我承认。“我猜你不告诉你妈妈一定很难过。 你把一切都告诉她。”“是的。” 我的声音哽住了。伯迪知道我总是在晚餐时给我的家人总结我的一天。 我爸开玩笑说这是我的科学报告。 “你告诉你父母了吗？”我问伯迪。 “是的。种。我妈马上想给杰里米的妈妈打电话，还有你妈妈。 但我说服了她。” “这是个好消息。”波蒂的妈妈是个律师，你知道她为什么事生气。 当她上法庭时，她必须让人们相信她的当事人是正确的。 她通过列出所有支持她的论点的证据来努力争取他们。 伯蒂和我有一次看到她练习她要说的话。 哇。“奇怪的是，特朗普女士。 戴利至少没有告诉你妈妈发生了什么事，”小鸟说。 “是的。”我耸了耸肩。“我也不知道为什么。” 我们冲进科学实验室，走到桌旁，菲尼克斯已经坐了下来。 旁边的材料桌上放着一袋氧化铁粉和一瓶蒸馏水。 此外，在实验室的后面还放着一堆堆纸板箱。

Normally, I'd be curious about what we might do with them. But not today. I just wanted to get this over with. I also wanted Birdie to tell me what was bothering her—if it was just science detention or something else. But I wasn't about to ask her about it in front of other people. What if I was the reason she looked so upset? I thought about how impatient I had been yesterday. Oh, gosh. It probably was because of me. Ms. Daly sat at her desk, reading over some papers. She didn't even glance up. She didn't even say hello. This wasn't a good start. Elijah moped at the table across from us and barely waved hello. Memito and Jeremy swung into the room and plopped down. Memito glanced at the clock on the wall as if he was willing it to say 4:00 p.m. I got that. But not Jeremy. He grinned so hard his dimples pressed into his cheeks. He folded his hands in his lap and sat up extra straight. "We're ready for our detention," he said in an enthusiastic voice.

通常情况下，我会很好奇我们该怎么处理它们。 但不是今天。我只是想快点结束这一切。 我也想让伯蒂告诉我是什么在困扰着她——是科学禁闭还是别的什么。 但我不想当着别人的面问她。 如果是我让她看起来如此沮丧呢？ 我想起了昨天我是多么不耐烦。 哦,天哪。可能是因为我。 戴利女士坐在她的办公桌前，通读着一些文件。 她甚至没有抬头看一眼。 她连招呼都没打。 这不是一个好的开始。以利亚闷闷不乐地坐在我们对面的桌子旁，几乎没有打个招呼。 梅托和杰里米走进房间，扑通一声坐了下来。 梅托瞥了一眼墙上的时钟，好像他希望它显示下午4点。 我明白了。但杰里米不是。 他笑得那么厉害，酒窝都挤到脸颊上了。 他双手交叉放在腿上，坐得特别直。 “我们准备好关禁闭了。”他热情地说。

Ms. Daly pressed her hands into the desk. "Detention? What gave you the idea that this is a detention?" "Because it's after school," said Jeremy almost giddily. "And you're really angry with us, right?" "Angry?" Ms. Daly shook her head so fast you could just see a blur of silver hair. "Ooooh, you kids would know if I was upset." She popped out of her chair and paced in front of her desk. "You messed up, but I believe in all sorts of proactive interventions and that's why you're here today. This isn't a detention." "Aw, man." Jeremy slumped back in his chair and huffed. I swiveled around, trying to understand how Jeremy could possibly be disappointed. "Jeremy, you're not even making a teensy weensy"—Memito held up his fingers like he was pinching them—"bit of sense." "My thoughts exactly," I said. "Dude, you actually want a detention?" Elijah shook his head. "Are you dehydrated or something?" Ms. Daly motioned for us all to stop talking. "Let's review some important rules that you didn't follow yesterday."

戴利女士把手按在桌子上。 “拘留?你怎么会觉得这是留校察看？”“因为现在是放学后。”杰里米近乎头晕地说。 “你真的很生我们的气，对吗？”“生气了?”Ms。 戴利摇了摇头，她摇得那么快，你都能看到一缕模糊的银发。 “哦，如果我不高兴，你们这些孩子会知道的。” 她突然从椅子上站起来，在书桌前踱来踱去。 “你们搞砸了，但我相信各种积极的干预措施，这就是你们今天在这里的原因。 这不是关禁闭。”“啊,人。” 杰里米瘫倒在椅子上，怒不可遏。 我转过身来，试图理解杰里米怎么会失望。 “杰里米，你连一点都没做，”——梅托举起手指，好像在捏它们——“有点道理。” “正是我的想法，”我说。 “伙计，你真的想留堂吗？”以利亚摇了摇头。 “你是脱水了还是怎么的？”Ms。 戴利示意我们大家不要说话。 “让我们回顾一下你昨天没有遵守的一些重要规则。”

She grabbed a neon-yellow metric ruler and tapped the Science Lab Rules poster, which hung right above her desk. "Be responsible at all times. No horseplay, practical jokes, or pranks." "Horseplay sounds way dangerous," said Memito. "Like you're playing with a horse in school. Those things kick." "Or it's a theater show about a horse," said Elijah. And Memito neighed. "I don't think so," said Phoenix, rolling her eyes. "They're joking," said Jeremy with a cool shrug. "Can't you people take a joke?" "Not in a science lab," said Birdie, pointing up at the poster of rules. Phoenix raised her hand. "Exactly, because horseplay means you're goofing off." "That's a word my grandpa uses," said Jeremy. "It's weird." "Well, you can't horseplay here," said Ms. Daly. "Whether it's a weird word or not. And this rule is very important." She once again gestured up at the list of rules. "Handle all science materials and tools carefully. And put things back." I raised my hand. "I guess that means no tug-of-war."

她抓起一把霓虹黄色的米尺，敲了敲挂在桌子正上方的《科学实验室规则》海报。 “任何时候都要负责任。 不要胡闹、恶作剧或恶作剧。” “胡闹听起来很危险，”梅托说。 “就像你在学校里和马玩一样。 那些东西很疼。”“或者这是一场关于马的戏剧表演，”以利亚说。 memo嘶鸣着。“我不这么认为。”菲尼克斯说，翻了个白眼。 “他们在开玩笑，”杰里米冷冷地耸耸肩说。 “你们这些人开不起玩笑吗？”“在科学实验室里不行，”小鸟指着上面的规则海报说。 菲尼克斯举起了手。“没错，因为胡闹意味着你在偷懒。” “这是我爷爷用的一个词，”杰里米说。 “这很奇怪”。“好吧，你不能在这里胡闹。” 戴利。“不管这是不是一个奇怪的词。 这条规则非常重要。” 她再一次指着那张规则表。 “小心处理所有科学材料和工具。 把东西放回去。”我举起了手。 “我想这意味着没有拔河了。”