OUTFITS ARE ON POLYVORE

I ONLY OWN NOELLE FAIRCHILD

Saturday, March 24, 1984
Sherbert High School
Sherbert, Illinois, 60062

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay, telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, with the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a wallflower and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning.

We were brainwashed.

I had just finished walking up to school.

Now, hold on, now I'm gonna tell you why I was walking up to school so early in the morning.

My parents don't acknowledge me anymore. It's as simple as is. My high school life has been easy, considering the fact that I don't exist to the whole student body. The only people who know I exist is the teachers I have for classes and Allison Reynolds. I guess you can say that I consider Allison as a friend, considering that her and I are the loners at Shermer High. And because I didn't get involved with drama that goes on in high school or go to highschool parties and events, I managed to get straight A's.

Now moving onto my parents. They are extremely rich with my dad, Leon Fairchild, being a successful entrepreneur and my mom, Courtney Fairchild, being a former actress and a fashion designer. My parents have been so involved with their work that they don't seem to notice me anymore. The last time they had even said that they loved me was when I was either 12, maybe 13 years old.

I walked into the library and I saw the school's prom queen, Claire Standish and the school's wrestling star, Andrew Clarke sitting at the table on the left up front, John Bender sitting at the table behind Andrew and Claire and the smartest guy in our grade, Brian Johnson sitting at the table near John's. I decided to sit at the table that is next to Andrew and Claire. Allison had soon walked in. We shared secret smiles before she sat at the table behind Brian. I heard Andrew and Claire snicker and I glared at them.

This is why I hate popular people!

Then the Vice Principal Vernon came in with a smug smirk. "Well, well, here we are. I wanna congratulate you for being on time." Vernon started. "Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but I don't think I belong in here." Claire said. I rolled my eyes. Vernon just ignores her as he checks his watch. "It is now 7:06. You have exactly eight hours and 54 minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways." Vernon continued as from the corner of my eye, I saw John spit up in the air and catch his saliva in his mouth. I swore to God, I threw up in my mouth. "You may not talk." Vernon said, pointing at Claire. "You will not move from these seats." Vernon continued, pointing at Brian. I guess he was trying to move seats as I heard him shift back into his old seat. "And you will not sleep." Vernon concluded as he took the chair John was using as a footrest and placed it away from him.

"All right, people, we're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay of no less than 1000 words, describing to me who you think you are." Vernon added as he was handing everyone a pencil and paper. "Is it a test?" John asked. "And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated 1000 times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?" Vernon asked, directing the last part to John. "Crystal." John said. I'll even admit, I have always had a crush on the brooding criminal, but I know that he never notices me like everyone else. "Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return." Vernon said. "I can answer that right now, sir. That'd be "no" for me, 'cause…" Brian started but Vernon cut him off. "Sit down, Johnson." Vernon snapped. "Thank you, sir. " Brian said as he sat back down.

"My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?" Vernon concluded. I shook my head with everyone else but when Vernon went to leave, John spoke up. "Yeah, I got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?" John asked. I bit my lip to keep in my laughter. "I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull, young man, you'll get the horns." Vernon said as he left the library. "That man is a brownie hound." John said. I was now thinking about what to write for my essay and I heard a familiar clicking noise that I hear often in Art class. I turned around to see Allison chewing on her nails. Everyone else noticed it and Allison stopped and gave us all a look before she went back to chewing her nails again.

"You keep eating your hand, you won't be hungry for lunch." John said. Allison spat her nail at him, but missed. "I've seen you before you know." John said but then I felt eyes burning against my skull. I turned around and John was staring at me. "I've seen you around too, firecracker." John said. I blushed as I looked away from him.

John Bender noticed me?

Of all people, he noticed me?

I must've not drink another cup of coffee because what I heard was outrageous.

3RD POV:

But boy was Noelle Fairchild wrong.

John Bender has been fascinated with the invisible wallflower ever since seventh grade. He couldn't help but be obsessed with her, whether it was her innocence or old soul…

John Bender couldn't help but be obsessing over Noelle Fairchild.