You had landed yourself in Saturday detention, and it wasn't fun. There was this one girl who was there, and she didn't talk. Ever. Well maybe not ever but you'd certainly never heard her.

She was quiet, and got scared whenever the principal yelled or got stern with you and the others currently in detention. She'd squeak, and make her head fall on the table. She had a...messed up home life to say the least, at least from the bits and pieces you'd heard, and that explained why she was the way she was.

You understood completely, because your home life wasn't the best either. Honestly? You felt... sympathy for Allison.

Now, you guys were walking to the vending machine to grab drinks for you and the others since Vernon let you two go. Allison was quiet, just staring at you as you guys walked. Once you guys stopped at the vending machine, you turned to her and questioned her in a soft voice, since you did not wanna upset or scare her: "Why are you here?"

She looked down, contemplating if she should tell or not. You gave a smile, tilting your head slightly and nodding reassuringly. You never judged people, unless you really hated them. And you didn't have any problems with Allison, so of course you were going to be nice and not judge.