"This is so lame," you say.
"I'd rather play a game," says the bubblegum girl.
"I was thinking the same," says the goth kid.
"No," you say, "stop right there. I'm not playing a game with you and I'm not singing this song with you." Their jaws are practically touching the floor when you turn and walk out. "Take yer musical and shove it," you sing as you walk out the door.
You're out of detention now, standing in the hallway a free man. There are exits on either side of the building, so it's as simple as chosing a way to go from here.