Saturday night

So I never thought I would say this, but detention changed my life. I didn't think about it, but the one day I got caught skipping class to go shopping actually lead to the best thing I could have hoped for.

I learned that day in detention that I was stronger than I thought. I didn't need to go along with that my friends told me. I could make my own choices.

I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I need to be more like John. He doesn't let anyone tell him what to do, and he knows what he wants. I like that about him, even though he can be an ass sometimes.

Honestly, I don't know what's going to happen at school on Monday, but I know that detention was great.

Monday

The day had finally come, and I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I kept replaying the conversation in my head, "Are we still friends you mean, if we're friends now that is?" "I don't think so," John was right. That was a really bitchy thing to say, and I hope I can be stronger than that girl.

I was standing there, and the rest of my crew walked over. They started talking about Stubby's party, and how I missed such a great time.

"Seriously, why weren't you there?" my friend Kara asked me.

"I didn't really feel like it. I was kind of tired after detention anyway,"

"Oh detention. How was that?" she asked.

My first instinct was to lie, tell them exactly what they want to hear, but then I remembered. I don't want to be that girl anymore. I want to be me. "Honestly, detention was great. I had so much fun,"

"You had fun being stuck at school on a Saturday with delinquents and weirdo's?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did." I said, and with that, I took off walking.

I felt oddly proud of myself. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Maybe that meant good things were going to follow.

I went to my first three classes without much thought. Nothing was very different, but when I got into trigonometry, I realized Brian was in my class. I smiled at him and waved.

I saw the look of shock on his face, but he recovered quickly and waved back.

So I guess I'm not as much of a bitch as I thought I was.

Class continued, and then Mr. Green handed back our last test. I got a 67. That was horrible, and I hate it when I get bad grades. I looked at Brian, and I could tell by the smile on his face that he did well.

He saw me looking and offered me a thumbs up sign. I shook my head no and held up my paper. He held his up, and I saw that he got a 96. He was the smart one after all.

After trig, I had lunch. I went and sat with my friends, and they were talking about Andy.

"I can't believe he was holding hands with that…thing," Susan said. I used to consider Susan a friend, but when I heard her talking about Allison, I got really pissed off, but I just sat there and listened to everyone else talk.

"Doesn't he know what she will do for his reputation?" Kara said.

"Honestly, he is probably just using her. Why would he want her when he can have any of us," Natalie said.

"Seriously, she has nothing on us. I wonder what he sees in her," Hilary said.

I couldn't just sit there any longer. They didn't even know Allison. Andy actually did care about her. I could see it in his eyes. "What's wrong with her? Just because she doesn't act like you or dress like you? At least she can actually think for herself." I yelled, and I grabbed my stuff.

"Where are you going?" Kara asked.

"I'm going to ruin my reputation," I said.

I spotted Brian right away, and I walked over to him.

"Mine if I sit down?" I asked.

"Not at all," he replied.

I could see my "friends" glare at me, but I didn't care. I could tell things were going to be different. Brian was the only one I had seen by lunch time, but I already knew Andy and Allison were a thing, but what about the group? And where was John? Would he even look at me if he saw me in the hall?