Hallie stomped into the classroom, hair in a mess and robes teared almost to shreds. The seventeen year old girl was holding onto the cat she had caught with all her might as the cat tried time and time again to wriggle itself out of Hallie's strong arm hold she had on it. "I'm still not pleased Shaw." Hallie told him, what would happen if she threw the crazed cat at Shaw and ran? Detention couldn't be THAT bad, could it? "If that was your idea of fun, you've been mistaken." She declared.