Chapter One

Monday morning. The day of truths, would Claire and Andy talk to the other members of the Breakfast Club or not?

Allison sighed. She couldn't put it off any longer. She crawled out from underneath her covers and got dressed for the day. She made sure she had everything she needed in her bag before she left her room and went to the kitchen, where the only sign that her parents acknowledged her existence was the empty cup next to the coffee machine and ten dollars sitting by it for her lunch money.

She had finished her coffee and was nibbling on a bit of toast when her father walked past with his brief case in hand. She followed him out to the car and got her daily lift to school. She decided to keep her hair the way it normally was as it was a cover for her, as were her clothes, but she did follow Claire's make up tips and went easy with her black eyeliner.

She cautiously stepped out of the car and made her way towards the entrance of the school. Allison took a deep breathe this is it she thought to herself as she opened the door and walked to her locker, where she found Andy waiting for her. She smiled at him and walked over. He looked at her with sad eyes, 'I've been thinking, Ally, I can't do this, not with my friends or the pressure from my father', he told her, his blue eyes never leaving hers. Allison's smile slowly faded and she did what she always did when she tried to block out the hurt of rejection. She turned her back and ignored him. He tried to say a few more sentences but eventually gave up and she listened to him walk away.

She heard a far off yelling that could only be mistaken for Bender telling Claire that she was a spoilt bitch; she must've rejected him too. Allison went and met Brian at his locker; she told him what had happened. 'How could we expect anything more after Claire's tirade on Saturday?' he said; the downtrodden tone in his voice hard to miss. The bell rang, signalling homeroom.

Allison checked her time table, English, History, Art, Gym and then Maths. She sighed and decided she would skip Gym and maths, she couldn't bear to see Andy, she had finally trusted someone and then he had to take that trust and crush and rip it into a thousand million pieces.

The lessons passed slowly. Allison just sat and listened, whilst drawing in her book. She never did any work at school she did it at home where she could concentrate and listen to her music. In art they were looking at the works of Frida Kahlo's. the had to copy one of her self-portraits. Her eyebrows deeply fascinated Allison, not many women where proud of having a monobrow or any facial hair besides their normally neat eyebrows.

Pixie sticks and chip sandwiches'. Allison loved the combination. It was distinctly her. She sat underneath the bleachers drawing in her book and eating her sandwich when a familiar voice boomed, 'You're sitting in my spot', and she looked at bender and poked out her tongue. He sat down next to her and introduced her to his friends, Punk and Nate.

'Is punk your real name?' Allison asked after Bender and his friends had finished looking through her sketch book.

'Nah. My parents named me Brian. I hate that name so I go by my nickname', he replied laughing at her confused expression.

'Did sporto say anything to you today?' bender asked her after Nate and Punk left for their shop class after lunch and ten cigarettes later.

'Yeah he said he couldn't because of his father and friends'. Bender nodded at her answer and walked her home. He couldn't stomach school either.