DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these Basket cases, Athletes, Princesses, Criminals or Brains. This is just as well, because my robot needs food…

Summary: Allison considers her position as the Basket case, John ponders his next move with Claire, Brian gets depressed about his status as the Brain, Andrew tries to decide what he wants and Claire makes excuses as to why she has to see Bender again...

SUNDAY:

Allison:

I have problems.

As a Basket Case, why should anyone even consider I have problems? I am probably too insane to understand what problems are. But have them I do, and they are making me insane.

I never thought I would have a boyfriend. Boys don't look at me. They don't like me and I don't talk to them. I look at them sometimes, but only so I can see them lean over to their friends and wonder aloud why the Crazy Chick is staring at them.

I like Andrew. I don't understand why. He is very different to me. He is sane for one thing. And he doesn't mind that I'm insane. He just thinks I look pretty in pink and he knows I'm good to kiss.

I think I'll kiss him on Monday. Yes. I think it might be a good experiment. But if he doesn't kiss me back. That would hurt my feelings. And I don't want to have hurt feelings. They don't really mix with insanity that well. They taste rather bitter.

And what about the others? Brian, the Brain. He might be good to kiss. I don't think I want to though. Something about what I've seen of other boys makes me think they wouldn't like to be kissed by me. And Bender would probably light me on fire. I wonder what that would feel like. Maybe like Andrews kiss, warm and fun. But probably not.

I like our Princess, Claire. She taught me about being pretty. And I don't think she will ignore me on Monday. I don't mind her being conceited, not the way Brian does. It suits her, the way it never suited me. I wonder if one day, I could be a Princess. Would Andrew still like me that way?

John:

God I'm pathetic.

I woke up this morning with Claire's earring still in my ear. If I hawked it, I bet I'd have enough money for a motorcycle. And I know she probably wouldn't care. I was just an experiment to her. A girl as pretty as her, as rich as her, she'll probably end up with someone like Andrew. But I still don't want to sell the earring.

And what about that Dweeby Von Sleazy-Brian? Does he expect me to wave like a jackass in the corridor? I guess I could say hi, and I don't mind Allison. She probably wouldn't talk anyway, just squeak at me and hide under her jacket. I suppose Andy'd wave. But would I bother waving back?

And now Monday is coming. It's not like I'll actually go to school though. I never go on Mondays. I don't usually go on Tuesdays either. Or many other days. But something tells me I might be going to school this Monday, and I might be going to see Claire.

Brian:

"I don't approve of this."

My Dad yelled at me over and over when he smelt my jacket, the strong odour of marijuana still fresh. I tried to tell him it was just that I sat next to a pothead in detention, but he didn't believe me. He hates looking at me now. He thinks I'm worthless, and I know he's right.

The only thing I ever had was my grades, and they've gone to shit. And the people I consider my friends probably won't even say hi to me tomorrow. Why should they? I'm just the Brain. I'm not a person, just a grade average. And that's what I am now. Average. I don't approve of this.

Andrew:

I'm a fucking prick.

I kissed her. It felt great, and I know she's counting on me to do it again tomorrow. I just can't. My Dad would go nuts if he knew I was dating a Basket Case like Allison. And I couldn't handle another one of his lectures. I already know I'm quitting the wrestling team.

I don't know how I'm going to get into college though. Not with my grades, I know that much. But I can't keep doing what I've been doing. It's going to kill me. Last night, at Stubby's party...all I could think about was how much I wanted to be somewhere else. I wanted to be with Allison and the others. I don't want to live this kind of life anymore. I don't want to be a wrestler, I don't want a scholarship, I don't want my friends and I don't want that pressure. And I don't know if I want Allison.

Claire:

He has my earring. So I have to see him. It's not like I actually want to. But he has my earring. So I have to.

And if I accidentally fall onto his lips, well, it's not my fault. He probably won't even acknowledge me anyway. But he'll have to. Because he has my earring.

Okay...so that was the first chapter of my 7 chapter fic...so if you like, review and stay tuned. if you didn't like...review and tell me why not...then stay tuned...