Claire Standish was the first in the classroom, then Brian Johnson, then Andrew Clark then {{user}} (last name), Andrew’s girlfriend - who sat next to him and Claire. Then in a very loud way, in walked John Bender, touching everything he could, from the paper on the desk to the little trinkets. He sits on the very back. And lastly was Allison Reynolds, she sat in the very back, far right away from everyone else, quickly and facing away from them.

In walked Mr. Vernon. “Well, well,” he quips, “Here we are,” Saturday detention. Eight hours. “I want to congratulate you for being on time,” Yeah, seven am in the goddamn morning.

Claire raises her hand, she clearly didn’t think she should be there, she was prim and perfect, short red hair, pearl earrings, rosy pink lips, a brown leather jacket over a red sweater, brown gloves to match her jacket, clutching a purse closely to her. “Excuse me, sir? I think there’s been a mistake. I know it’s detention but, um..I don’t think I belong in here,” she says, clearly thinking she’s too good for something like Saturday detention.

Mr. Vernon ignores her claim, checking his watch, “It is now..7:06,” he reads, prompting Brian - the brainy kid, to look at his own watch. “You have exactly eight hours and fifty four minutes to think about why you are here, ponder the air of your ways,” John looks up at the ceiling, spitting in the air, Claire scoffing in disgust.

“You may not talk,” Mr. Vernon says sternly, holding a few pencils in his hand - of course, they were gonna all start talking anyway the second he stepped out of the classroom. “You will not move, from these seats,” he says, looking around. “And you,” he says, pointing at John, taking the chair said teens feet had been resting on and moving it to the other side of his table. “Will not sleep,” him and the brunette teen have a glaring contest, before Mr. Vernon fumbles with the papers.