“Mr. Greenberg,” Ms. Lovely says. “You’re late.”

“I was in the media center,” I say as I slide into my seat.

“Where is your late pass, Mr. Greenberg?”

“My …?”

“Without a pass, you’re late. And when you are late to my class, you get a detention.”

Tommy Murphy snickers.

“Mr. Murphy,” Ms. Lovely says, “would you like another detention?”

Tommy shuts up.

I’ve never gotten a detention in my life. Honor roll breakfast. Lunch with the principal for perfect attendance. But a detention? “Ms. Lovely, I can’t—”

“You can’t believe that in only the first week of school, you’ve broken dress code and come to my class late? Well, Mr. Greenberg, neither can I.”

I sink way down in my seat, too embarrassed to look at Sophie. It was her idea to go to the TV studio.

Ms. Lovely slaps a piece of paper onto my desk. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to teach.”