Title: The World through the Eyes of a Basket Case
Author: TWBasketcase
Summary: Life through Allison's eyes; before, during, and after that fateful Saturday detention.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from The Breakfast Club. This is for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Okay, so this is by no means a Monday fic. What I wanted to do is write a fic where the Breakfast Club sticks together and goes through all sorts of crazy shit along the way all though the strange view of the basket case. So I am gonna breeze right through Monday so that I can get to the good stuff. So if you don't like the way Monday turns out I apologize…but cut me some slack and give me a chance, okay? LOL so here it is, I hope you enjoy.
A/N 2: Chapter one has been revised.

Chapter 1 – Prologue

I woke up to the sound of an overly annoying, loud alarm clock; David Bowie's "Changes" pierced my ears and I was doing everything in my power to shut the damn thing off. The glowing red numbers flashed teasingly at me reading 6:00 am. Even though it's Saturday I don't mind waking up early at all; as a matter of fact I think sleeping in is a waste of time and I would much rather wake early and NOT waste the day away. Weird? I know, but its just one of those strange personality quirks that I have.

My bedroom is still pitch black even though the sun is already peaking up over the skyline. I always keep the curtains down blocking my view of the outside world as I sleep. It didn't bother me any; I spend so much freakin' time in my room that it doesn't really matter if its dark or light in here I have no problem finding my way around the place…it is my sanctuary.

I sat up groggily and stretched my arms over my head; it's another weekend and here I am up first thing in the morning with absolutely nothing to do. I could go down to the park and draw for awhile…maybe even feed the squirrels. I could steal my dad's car or even work on tying knots with my tongue. I already have writing and drawing with my feet down pact, why not try something else?

Here's an idea, Allison, why not find some friends?

I pondered the idea momentarily; the only problem I have with trying to find friends is the fact that most of my peers often spend their time teasing me and reminding me how much of a mutant I really am. Not that it bothers me that much considering I have spent a good chunk of my life hearing it, but it would still be nice having someone to talk to that understands me somewhat…I'm not going to find that with my father anyways.

I stood up and made my way across my bedroom in the darkness; I knew off the top of my head that my dresser was exactly ten steps to the left of my bed and the light switch was two steps to the right of my dresser. Got a lot of time on my hands don't I? Ha! I flicked on the switch and rummaged through my laundry hamper looking for my black cardigan sweater; I mixed that with my favorite grey skirt and leggings, topped off with my checkered scarf. The floor of my bedroom was awfully cluttered with papers, records, books, and clothes – I'm not exactly the neatest person in the world – but amongst it all I know that my bag is around here somewhere…right in front of my closet. My bag is the one thing that makes me feel secure; it has everything I need in it, as well as everything I find valuable. So of course I take it everywhere with me, including when I only just leave the room.

I made my way down the small hallway of our low scale apartment and enter the bathroom; I don't really find the need to doll myself up too much, just clean up a bit. I see all the other girls around my school and they wear so much make up I often wonder if a paint chipper could even pry it off of their faces. It's all conformity to me and I would much rather act like an individual and feel comfortable in my own skin; I don't have anyone to impress anyways.

I ran my toothbrush over my teeth quickly and raked my fingers through my hair in a pathetic attempt of brushing it. I threw the toothbrush down and made my way towards the kitchen. The kitchen was rather small as well; just enough room for a table in the corner, the stove, the fridge, and a counter with a sink. It's nothing special but I suppose it serves its purpose. My father sat silently at the table with a fried egg sandwich and the Chicago Tribune perched in front of him. I stood watching him for a few moments and all he really did was push his glasses further up his nose. I let out a snort and he looked up, "Breakfast is on the stove."

Well good morning to you to sunshine!

I rolled my eyes and took the whole three steps to the stove; on it sat two dry looking eggs and a whole pan of Canadian bacon and sausages. Just the sight of it made me wanna be sick but the other side of me felt a twinge of anger knowing that my dad forgot once again that I am a vegetarian. It's wonderful how strong a parent's love for their child is, isn't it?

I grabbed a piece of plain toast and bit into it as I looked out the small kitchen window; by no means did I want to stick around here with him all day. If only they had school on Saturdays; don't get me wrong, school isn't my favorite place to be but it at least gives me a reason to be away from home. I cocked an eyebrow and took another bite; they usually do have detentions or something going on there on Saturdays…I have snuck into a couple before. What's the harm in going again? I could get some drawing done…maybe freak a couple of kids out.

I swallowed the rest of my food and crossed my arms over my stomach, "Hey dad?"

I glance over at him and he doesn't even look up, "What?"

I sighed, "I got caught stealing chemicals from the science lab…I have to go to detention."

He looked up at me and cocked an eyebrow, "I don't even wanna know what you did with them."

I scoffed, "I said I got caught…which means I didn't do anything with them. Will you please drive me so I am not late?"

He set his paper down and made his way out to his room, "Go wait in the car I'll get your lunch ready." As he left the room I heard him mumbling something about having a delinquent child constantly bothering him to no end.

Glad to see you haven't changed much dad.

I sat in the foyer of the apartment in a huff and pulled on my favorite black Chuck Taylor's. My dad and I don't really have the best of relationships ever since my mother left; in fact we haven't had anything that resembled a good conversation since. It's not like I miss it too much but at times it tends to get awful lonely around here.

I took the steps down the staircase of our complex in two's; I wasn't in any hurry but sometimes I like to time myself to see how fast I can make it down without falling. I laughed to myself when Mrs. Perkins from the second floor shrieked as I flew by; spilling all of her laundry on the floor in the process. I ran quickly out the front doors and headed towards our ancient car. My dad must have bought it years ago…I can't really remember…but if it runs okay then I guess there is no point in buying a new one.

After a few moments my dad was situated next to me; tossing a lunch sack to me in the process. He started the car and sped out of the parking lot to begin the seven minute drive to Shermer High. I like to watch how the houses get nicer and bigger the closer we get and I often wonder what it would be like to live in a house like that; do the people who own it like it as much as I do? Probably not but I never saw much harm in dreaming.

After a lonely and silent ride we pulled up slowly to the school. I noticed a few other cars parked in front of the school, but I didn't notice John Bender nearly getting smoked by our car until my dad slammed on the breaks and I almost went sailing into the seat ahead of me. I glared at my father and undid my seatbelt. John Bender just kept walking towards the school as if nothing happened. He is strange that way; I see him around the school all the time and he is always stirring shit up like it is the natural thing to do. I guess that is why he is always in detention. I mean, he has been here every time I have been anyways.

My father grunted – his way of letting me know to hurry the hell up – and I rolled my eyes. I flung the car door open and stepped out. I was going to tell him to pick me up at four but the stupid prick just sped off like he was just dumping me off…almost running my foot over in the process.

I shook my head and clutched my bag and ran full speed up the front steps of the school; no sense in being late…or worse noticed. The school library was only down the hall from the front entrance of the school so it is probably only about a 47 second walk. Vice Principal Vernon was no where in sight so I hurried my way into the library. The first thing I saw was the most gorgeous looking guy I had ever seen…as well as a goodie two shoes princess next to him; and of course they were snickering and mumbling under their breath. Whatever…that doesn't surprise me. I raced to the back and sunk into a chair in the furthest corner of the room and plopped into a seat.

A Saturday detention with a Jock, a bimbo, a nerd, and Bender; it couldn't get any better than that.

TBC