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A klutz…that's what the school had labeled me as. Becky Harris, the walking disaster. Maybe they are right. If I weren't a klutz, I wouldn't be here at school serving detention. I looked across the seat at my mom who was looking none too pleased about driving me here at 7 in the morning on a Saturday.

"Thank you", I mumbled, keeping my head down and my voice low.

"Get your ass in there", Mom said. "You'd better come straight home after this. I have to be at work by 4."

"I will", I nodded.

I opened the door, gasping when I heard it hit something.

"Damn it, Becky! Look before you open!"

I quickly looked on the other side of the door to see what I hit, hoping there wasn't a dent or paint scratched off. I looked down on the ground and quickly started blushing. I had just hit John Bender, the cutest rebel in school… and my secret crush.

"Oh my god!" I trembled. "I'm so sorry!"

"Watch it!" Bender yelled as he got up.

The tires screeched loudly as I turned around to see Mom driving out of the parking lot, leaving me to the wrath of the one boy I wanted in the whole school. I turned back only to see Bender walk inside the school, heading toward the library. I kept my head down as I followed him into the library. I was greeted by the sight of more people than just me and him.

In the front table sat a rather beautiful girl with short red hair, wearing a pink shirt, a long brown skirt, and pretty nice boots. As I looked at her, I started to feel almost self-conscious. Everyone was staring at how beautiful she looked, and there I was feeling so square with my white sweater and my black jumper with my thick bushy blonde hair looking just as bad as the girl that just walked in.

Next to her was obviously a jock from one of the many sports team, I didn't know. I didn't care for sports.

Across from them sat one of the nerds I recognized from shop class, Brian Johnson. It really surprised me to see him here, being that he was the perfect student in every way.

In the back sat a girl dressed all in black that I never recognized. Something about her seemed off. Her short brown hair hung in her face and she sat facing away from everyone else.

There in the middle sat Bender. I kept my head low and walked to him, carrying my bag close to my body, almost like a shield. He kept his head down until he noticed me standing beside him and staring at him. He looked at me before looking away awkwardly and shrugged.

"Was there something you wanted?" he asked.

"Uh…" I stammered as I trembled. "I'm… s-sorry again… f-for what happened… with the car."

Bender looked at me for a moment, almost as if he didn't know what to think. I held my bag up as I started to blush. Carrying my stuff, I walked to the back table behind him, and just in time too. Here came the vice-principal I wasn't afraid to describe as an asshole, Richard Vernon.

"Well, well, here we are", he said with a fake smile as he looked at us. "I want to congratulate you for being on time."

Everyone watched as the ginger girl raised her hand, speaking in a polite, but snobbish way.

"Excuse me, sir. I think there's been a mistake. I know we're in detention, but I don't think I belong here."

"It is now 7:06", Vernon continued as he ignored her and passed out paper and pencils. "You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about why you are here, to ponder the error of your ways. You will not talk...you will not move...from these seats. And you will not sleep. All right people, we're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay of no less than a thousand words... describing to me who you think you are. And when I say essay, I mean essay! Not one word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?"

"Crystal", Bender said.

I kept my head down in shame. This was the first time I had gotten myself in detention and I had to write an essay? Sure, I loved to write, but when it came to a topic I had no interest in, writing was impossible!

"My office is right across that hall", Vernon finished. "Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?"

"Yeah, I have a question", Bender said raising his hand. "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"

"Ooh…" I giggled quietly to myself.

Hey, I couldn't help it. That was funny. Vernon found no humor in it as he looked at Bender and me.

"You and Miss Harris will get the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday."