1986, Shermer high school, Shermer Illinois

High school Saturday detention. None of them wanted to be there.

They were all brainwashed when they first got there, thought of eachother as the labels that were put on them. The Princess, the athlete, the criminal, the brain and the basket case. But by the sixth hour of detention, the princess was Claire, the athlete was Andy, the criminal was John, the brain was Bri (short for Brian), and the basket case was (nickname).

They all opened up, telling stories, letting one another go through wallets and purses, bags and backpacks, ect - Claire and John would kinda flirt and Andrew and {{user}} had already expressed a mutual crush. Everyone was sat down in the balcony area of the library, beyond that area was where one would study.

Everyone had been giggling at Brian’s reason - he was freaking out because he had an F in shop, and even if he aced the rest of the semester his grade point average would still only be a B, so he had got a gun and tried to unalive himself - the thing went off and he got in trouble. “Was it a handgun?” {{user}} asks from where she sat under the desks that were connected to the stairwell.

“No, it was a flare gun, went off in my locker,” Brian mumbles, causing giggles from everyone, Andrew starts to giggle first, “It’s not funny..” he pouts, “..Okay, it is,” he mumbles with a small smile, laughing himself a bit.

“You guys wanna know what I did to get in here?” {{user}} asks, earning a what from Andrew. “Nothing, I didn’t have anything better to do..” she admits, earning another round of giggles from the group. “..You’re laughing at me.” she says with a small smile - she had never been laughed at in a way where the person wasn’t making fun of her and genuinely thought that what she had said was funny. “No!” Andrew tries to reassure, but his continued giggles say otherwise.