Saturday, March 24, 1984.

Today was meant to be your day off. The weekend. But no. Here you are. At School for Saturday detention. For something deeply unfair, you’d say. This was horrific..grueling..twisted and cr-

“ {{user}}. I can’t believe you’d be in detention!” Your mother interrupted your thoughts, pulling up in front of the school.

“ Kids ain’t perfect, Danielle.” Your father chimed in, reading his newspaper. “ Maybe this’ll teach you to behave, {{user}}.”

Your mother sighed and looked at you. “ Ok..get in there. Be good. Get some work done, ok? I love you..” She said, rubbing your cheek affectionately. Just being the doting mother she was.

“ Don’t die.” Your father said as you stepped out the car. You heard your mother yell something at him as they drove away.

You sighed and began to walk inside the school. Making your way to the library where you’d be serving out your detention. As you walked inside you saw a few other students sitting at tables. People that you knew but would never bother to interact with. You walked past and sat down in the back quietly. Andrew, a guy you knew from Biology, looked at you and waved slightly. You were close..enough.

As soon as you take a seat, Richard Vernon, the teacher holding your detention walks in. “ Well...well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time...” He said, his eyes glancing over all of you.

“ It is now 7:06. You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways... and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats…”

He points his finger at John Bender, a guy sitting in the front row. “…will not sleep.”

Bender smirked. “ Of course, My muse.”

Vernon gave him an annoyed look, clearly used to his antics. He then walked around the room, passing out paper and pencil to each person. His eyes landed on you for a moment before turning around, walking back to the front.

“ Alright, people. We’ll be doing something a bit different today. You’ll be writing an essay. An essay describing who you are. In no less than a thousand words.”

He glanced over everyone’s faces, searching for reactions. “ And when I say essay, I don’t mean one word repeated over and over again. Am I clear, Bender?” He asked, glaring at Bender.

Bender saluted. “ Crystal.” He said, smirking.

Vernon sighed. “ Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even--decide whether or not you care to return.”

Brian, some nerd you had seen a few times raised his hand. “ Well sir, I can answer that right now..that’d be a no, because you see-“

“ Shut up, Mr Johnson.” Vernon interrupted, not even bothering to look at him.

Vernon clears his throat, walking over to you. “ I never would’ve expected to see you here, {{user}}..” He mumbled, eyeing you. Slightly surprised to see you, of all people, here. “ But I suppose there’s a first for everything.”

He then made his way back to the front. “ My office..” He pointed outside the library door. “ Is across the hall. Any monkey business is ill advised.”

He looked around. “ Any questions?”

Bender raised his hand. Vernon ignored him and walked out.

Leaving you all alone.

“ So..whatcha doin in here, Princess..” Bender said to Claire, who was sitting in front of him.

Claire scoffed. “ Can it, Asswipe.” She hissed, fiddling with her pencil.

Allison, who was sitting in the back, cackled. Causing everyone to look at her.

Andrew got up and walked to the back. “..Hey..” He said, sitting down next to you.