In the library, Claire had already found a seat right n the front row, her stylish jacket set neatly on the back of her

chair along with her pink silk scarf. Andria stepped into the room and sighed with relief to see someone she knew, she

walked over to the table and motioned to Claire, wordlessly asking if she could sit next to her. Claire nodded and Andria

took off her letterman's jacket setting on the back of her chair before sitting down and set her lunch next to her. Quickly

following this scene, Brianna came in sitting directly behind the two, and checking her watch. Claire and Andria look at each

with a smirk. Jenna soon followed messing with everything on librarian's desk before finally coming in to the sitting area. She

walked up to the table where Brianna sat and stood there for a moment before Brianna gathered her things and moved to

the table across the aisle. Allison came in silently walked past the tables and around the back of a statue at the end of the

aisles before taking a seat in the last table right behind Brianna who sighed with anoyance. Jenna pulled off her jacket and

propped her feet up on the chair next to her after taking a seat. Claire and Andria snickered at the sight of this.

Mr. Richard Vernon, principal of Shermer High School and (secretly) student-elected pompus ass hole, stormed into the

room, stopping in front of the two front rows of tables with a smirk.

"Well,well, here we are," Mr. Vernon paused to look at his watch. 'It is now...seven oh six. You have exactly eight hours

and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways." Jenna leaned back in her chair

and hocked a lugey, catching it in her mouth. Claire, seeing this, made a face, looking back at Mr. Vernon she opened her

mouth to protest but Vernon beat her to the punch line. "You will not talk." Brianna began to move to t he open seat next to

her. "You will not move from these seats." Mr. Vernon's quickness to catch her shocked her so much that she froze in mid-

air. Vernon shot a 'defy-me-and-be-doomed' look to which Brianna sat back in her original seat.

"And you, Ms. Bender," Vernon walked over to Jenna anad pulled the chair that she had used as a foot stool out from

under her feet and let it fall to the floor. The chair and her feet made a muffled bang as they hit the floor.

"You will not sleep." Jenna sarcastically saluted him.

"Now," Vernon continued. "I want to try something a little different today." He walked back to Allison's table and gave

her a piece of paper and a pencil, then continued towards the front of the room giving each student a the same two items.

"I want you all to write an essay no less than a thousand words. Describing to me who you think you are."

"Is this a test?" Jenna sat up right in her chair with sheer concern that Vernon might actually make them do something more

than sleep off the previou night's wild, memory-fogging high.

"And when I say 'essay' I mean 'essay'. Not just a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Ms. Bender."

Mr.Vernon stared at her with the same eyes that had brought Brianna crashing down hard only a few moments earlier.

"Cryst-ah-l, sir." She propped her feet up on the table and looked at him.

"Good," he smirked and then he turned to the rest of the group. "Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to

return."

Brianna, feeling some what obligated to responed stood up and cleared her throat. "You know I-I can answer that right now

sir. Th-that'd be a no, a no for me. 'Cause..."

Mr. Vernon rolled his eyes, "Sit down, Johnson."

Brianna cleared her throat again, "Thank you, sir."

Mr. Vernon continued, taking no note of her, "My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised." He

paused a moment to look around at the five completely mis-matched group of teens. "Any questions?"

Jenna took this moment to do what she did best. "Uh, yeah. I gotta question."

Vernon sighed, knowing that there was no way around what that little smart-ass had to say.

"Does Barry Manilow you raid his wardrobe?" Jenna sat back, completely proud of her self.

"I'll give you the answer to that question, Ms. Bender, next Saturday." He paused, trying to think of a snappy comeback.

"Don't mess with the bull, young lady, you'll get the horns."

Vernon quickly turned and left the room. The room seemed to let out a sigh of relief that the jerk-off had finally left the room.

"That man is a brownie hound." Jenna scoffed. Everyone else, ignoring Jenna, began to take off their jackets. Suddenly

they began to hear this loud crunching sound. Brianna, figuring that the sound was coming from behind her, turned around.

Allison was bitting her nails without a care in the world. Jenna's eyes grew wide as she figured out the awful sound was

coming from Allison. Feeling the stares, Allison looked up from her mindless hand munch.

"You keep eating your hand, you're not going to be hungry for lunch." Jenna sarcastically tried to stop her.

Allison bit off another piece of her nail and spit it towards Jenna.

"I've seen you before you know." Jenna's eyes narrowed at the quiet girl.