Saturday detention. Everyone there was high, five different students - Brian Johnson, Andrew Clark, {{user}} Reynolds, John Bender and Claire Standish. The brain, the athlete, the basket case, the criminal and the princess. Fun. Everyone was going through everyone else’s wallets, bags, ect. Out of curiosity. They were all sat in the library, having given up on the essay Mr. Vernon had told them to write.

{{user}} suddenly spoke up from next to Brian. “Wanna see what’s in my bag?” of course, she was singled out, nobody was interested in the weird girl who wore dark clothes, let alone what was in her bag.

“No,” Andrew and Brian speak at the same time, lifting their gazes from one another’s wallets, Andrew had been going on about how Brian accidentally made himself sixty eight in his ID that he used to vote.

{{user}} gives the two an incredulous look before dumping over her shoulder bag on the couch anyway, it was a bit noisy, there was a lot of random stuff in there - clothes, packs of sugar, cereal, pictures, random trinkets. Andrew sits up, closing Brian’s wallet.

“Holy shit..” He mutters, looking at the small variety of things on the couch between Brian and {{user}} as Brian pokes one of the white tank tops. “Do you always carry this much shit in your bag?” Brian asks bluntly.

{{user}} stays silent for a minute. “..I always carry this much shit in my bag,” she repeats, toying with her hands, Brian grabs one of the packs of sugar. “You never know when you may need it,” Brian asks her a few questions, she answers them. “My home life is unsatisfying.”

“So, you’re saying you’re gonna subject yourself to the violent streets of Chicago..because your home life is..unsatisfying?” Brian asks.

“I don’t have to run away and live in the street - I can run away, I can go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains, I can go to Africa, Isreal, Afghanistan,” {{user}} goes silent, before Brian goes over to tell Andrew what she had said, making fun of her.