SIX SHADES OF PSYCHO

Rating: K+ (language)

Written by: TrueWarrior

Summary: The events of The Breakfast Club as told from the P.O.V. of my favorite member.

FIRST SHADE
Family Ruminations and An Almost Run-Down

I live in darkness. My entire life has been devoid of all things that are light, and I'm just fed up with the whole world. Who am I, you ask? Who am I to have condemned myself to wallow in self-pity? Wouldn't you like to know. I've been called many things. Wacko. Sociopath. Pathological liar. Someone even called me a nutcase.

But none of those insults hurt me.

Well, they did at first, but I didn't cry about them. Who would listen to me, anyway? Not my parents, that's for damn sure. They wouldn't lift a finger if I had come home one night and told them someone had raped me. Even if something like that happened to me, I doubt they would really care. They ignore me. Me. Their only daughter for crying out loud. It's disrespectful, it's painful, it's... you know what; fuck it. The plain truth is they ignore me. I guess it's to be expected if your daughter is a compulsive liar.

I hear an irritating buzz, interrupting my train of further thought. I did not want to get up this morning. Why the hell was today Saturday? Why did I have to fuck up my weekend for a stunt that I knew was wrong but did it anyway? To tell you the truth, I don't even remember what I did. All I knew was that my weekend was fucked, and if I wasn't careful, I might get into more trouble.

The buzzing did not end until I jammed my fist on the top of the buzz buzz buzz of my alarm clock. Thirty minutes to seven. Dammit! Why did I have to help deflate the tires on Vernon's car? Don't get me wrong. The bastard deserved it. And plus it was fun. My parents were not there to talk to me or punish me. Like I said, they ignore me.

I go into my bathroom, dreading to go to school today. Ugh! That sounded as bad as Vernon's car looks. I apply dark shades of dye over my eyelids. My parents are out of town. They have been for about three weeks now. I lost track. As soon I finish, I throw on a raggedy black sports jacket and head out the door. I slam the door with a fury that the birds that are on the fence fly off. Good thing, too, otherwise I would've taken my father's shotgun and blew them off.

Shermer High School, how I dread thee.

Shall I count the ways?

I really don't have time and two minutes past seven. I look to my left and right, seeing four people walking out of their parents cars, heading for their doom. I am also one of them, and I'm pissed off. I have a mean streak but I wouldn't kill anyone. Some people think that I look harmless. I like to keep them on their toes.

I see someone crossing the street but he does not even look up as he is almost hit.

Luckless bastard.

I unlatch my seatbelt and get out of the car in fury, straightening out my black coat and following after the bastard my brother almost ran over.

I live in darkness.

My entire life has been devoid of all things that are light, and I'm just fed up with the whole world.

My name is Allison Reynolds.

And this is my day in detention at Shermer Fuckin' High School!