(Alrighty, here's chapter 2. Before reading this, skim through Chapter 1 because I mostly did a lot of fixing of grammar, spelling and contradiction. Read and review please!)
Allison stood in the front steps of Shermer, prepared for anything that'll happen. She already pondered the possibilities and hope that the favorable one of new friends would come her way, but knowing her luck, it probably won't happen. "Here goes nothing…" she quietly said when she steps into the school. She first checked John Bender's locker, which has no sign of the criminal or a loose lock she could steal again. She then tried Brian's locker, which had no traces of the brain anywhere. Luck finally turned its head for her when she saw Claire at her locker, of course with her friends. Allison watched Claire and her friend from afar. The first friend, Kayla Roman was in their class since junior high, but she is the poster child for mean popular girls, she captures every essence of them.
"Hey Claire!" Allison said, approaching Claire. The facial expression Claire had that was of mixed shock and horror caught Allison's attention.
"Why is that witch talking to you?" Kayla whispered in Claire's ear, which waved her hand at Kayla's remark. Allison stopped dead in her tracks when Kayla took a step at her.
"Walk away or I'll throw water on you." Kayla held up her water bottle and undid the cap. Allison held a tighter grip on her bag and her face twisted up in anger. She had a few choice words for Claire ready, but Allison hated that she was upset. Claire already said that she would snub the rest of the Breakfast Club. Luckily for Allison however, the next move she did would shock all three girls. Claire promptly stepped in between the two, threw her arm around Allison and smiled.
"Kayla, this is my friend Allison. We met at detention." Allison held out her hand but Kayla stepped back and her face twisted in disgust. "Claire, I'm taking you to the doctor's after school if you would be friends with her." And Claire's friend walked away.
"I think you pissed her off." Allison said, cracking a grin. Claire
"Oh well, she'll get over it." Claire replied while shutting her locker. "Whose class do you have next?"
"Mrs. Ross. You know me, you and Brian share that class too?"
Brian was in the back of Mrs. Ross' class, his eyes fixated on the door watching students come in and take a seat. His mind was occupied however, like Allison's on the Breakfast Club. He'd seen Bender on Saturday, and he's not too worried about Allison since she said she would hang out with him, he wanted to see what Claire and Andy would do. Unlike Allison who would've token it a little bit harder, Brian wasn't too worried. He had other friends such as Larry Lester. As the class begins to reach its capacity, the basket case and the princess step inside, arms locked. They scanned around the classroom, avoiding the gazes of other students who were as shocked as Brian. Allison points at the aforementioned brain and they take the adjacent seats near him.
"Hey Brian!" Claire said. "How was your weekend?"
"It was fine. I had the whole house to myself since my parents are at Springfield. I even saw John at the park the other day."
"Really? Did you guys hang out?"
"We did, well I think. I didn't remember most of it. The two girls looked at him with confusion. "We kinda smoked weed." Claire shook her head in disapproval while Allison grinned.
"What did he do this time?" The threesome turns around to see the criminal himself John Bender.
"Bender, do you even have this class?" Claire asked. Bender simply shrugged and plopped down on the seat next to Claire, smiling at her devilishly. The teacher, Mrs. Ross finally got into the class and had begun immediately.
"Allison, do you know the first stage of cell division?" Allison was occupied with her sketchbook, drawing Mrs. Ross with tentacles. On the board was an unbalanced equation. Allison's response was to slump back in her seat and shrug. "We've been learning about this for the last week, you must know how it."
Bender, who was surprisingly silent for most of the class, raised his hand. "Ma'am, there is no first stage. It just splits..." The rest of the class looked at Bender, some asking who the kid was.
"What's your name?" Mrs. Ross asked. "I haven't seen you at all this year."
"John Bender. I've been in this class all year ma'am."
"Okay Bender, your answer is incorrect. There are many steps of cell division."
"Who gives a shit about cell division?" Bender angrily replied. All the eyes that were on him were back. Mrs. Ross, normally a lax teacher didn't like profanity, especially the ones directed at her.
"Go to the principal's office. Now." Mrs. Ross commanded. John nodded and left the class. ~~~
(Sorry, short chapter. The next chapter I will have it focusing on lunch and Andy. Please review!)
