7:12 a.m. - Shermer High School - Library

It has been almost 10 minutes since I have started detention with a bunch of stranger students. Detention, so far, just sucks. The worst part is the fact that we all have to write an essay of a thousand words discussing who we are. I kept on thinking to myself who I think I am.

"Who I am…" I told myself out loud, "Who does he think I am? A loser? An idiot? A waste of space?"

Bender looked behind me, raising an eyebrow. I looked at him with a deadpan expression. "What are you looking at?" I asked, annoyed, before refocusing my attention to my paper.

I started writing down a couple of words on my paper: Dear Mr. Vernon

So far so good, I guess… I've written three words, or two… Only nine-hundred ninety-seven or ninety-eight words to go before I pass this shit in and call it a day. I start thinking of what else I should write on my sheet.

Up in the table diagonal of mine, the nerd was thinking of what to write himself. "Who do you think I am?" he asked himself, "Who are you? Who are you?" I see him putting the bottom of his pen on his bottom lip and the top of the pen on his upper lip. He had some goofy expression on his face. "I am a walrus." he giggled to himself.

Bender and I look at the nerd, both of us annoyed. It wasn't long until the nerd looked at us staring at him. Bender yanked his scarf off as the nerd chuckled, embarrassed, taking his pen out of his lips.

I lost interest in seeing this nerd's whole embarrassment, and I refocused on my paper. I started writing down a couple of words: I know that I am new here to this school, and I know that I have screwed myself up on my first day of classes. But starting a new leaf here is an interesting opportunity for me to seize, and I never intended on trying to stir mayhem here…

As I kept on writing down on my paper, Bender kept on looking at the nerd, as both of them took off their jackets. They both saw what the other was doing. Bender took his jacket off while the nerd kept his jacket on, blowing into his hands, rubbing them, and tried staring at his paper. But he felt like it was no use in getting Bender's eyes off of him. The nerd turned to him and sheepishly told him, "It's the shits, huh?" Bender glared at the nerd.

As I kept on writing, Bender turned around to see me. I tried to ignore him staring at me, still focusing on my essay. Then…

SLAM!

Bender slammed his left hand onto my paper. If this didn't get my attention, I don't know what else would. Would it be him physically touching me? Or shoving that sculpture down that would crush me?

I look up, still having that deadpan expression. "Yes, can I help you?" I asked Bender.

"So I assume you're the new kid, huh?" asked Bender, "Welcome to the prison known as Shermer High School, run by your not-so friendly neighborhood leader, Dick Vernon."

"And so I've been told." I say as I reach my hand for his.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen, buddy." Bender said, refusing to give out his hand to mine. I withdraw my hand into my pocket.

Bender looked around a little bit before thinking of something to say to me, "So… what got you to become the apple to Vernon's eye?"

I gave a nonchalant shrug, "Just got into some trouble. Said some things that shouldn't be said…"

"Oh yeah?" asked Bender, "Like what kinds of things?"

The three other students in front of me looked at us. "You don't have to say what you've done." said the cherryhead, "I don't think it's important."

"Oh no," Bender turned back to face the cherryhead, "I just wanna know what he said that got Vernon's panties in such a bunch."

"Vernon wears panties?" the nerd asked.

"I didn't ask you to get involved with this." Bender shot down the nerd. He turned to me again, "So who'd you verbally assault?"

I gave a sigh, "I didn't verbally assault him, i-it just slipped out."

"Slipped out?" asked Bender, "That doesn't answer my question. Who'd you verbally assault?" He tested me, more agitated.

"Can you just drop it?" the cherryhead interjected, "You're making him uncomfortable, and pressuring for answers isn't gonna help it."

Bender looked at the cherryhead, who turned her back against him. When I looked at him, he had a smirk. He crumpled up his paper and threw it at the cherryhead's direction. The cherryhead, along with the letterman, took notice to it, but they chose to ignore Bender.

I saw Bender looking down at his balls, before I looked back down at my paper, wanting to know what else I should write.

It wasn't long until Bender started singing, "Nah, nah nah nah nah nah…" Bender started singing a bunch of 'nahs' as this got me and the nerd's attentions. As I was distracted by Bender's singing, the nerd took pleasure listening to it.

What the hell happened to no talking, anyways? I thought to myself, remembering Vernon's warnings of what not to do during detention. The more Bender sang, the more I lost my focus on the essay. The more focus I lost, the more words I thought I would jot down would be lost.

Soon, Bender started singing actual words. I couldn't know what song he was singing, and I couldn't even care. At this point, even the mysterious mess looked over her shoulder to see Bender singing. The nerd still was taking pleasure listening to Bender's singing. And me? I was covering my ears, trying to focus on my essay. Can it get any worse? I thought to myself again.

It did, unfortunately. Bender started singing 'Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…" in the same tone. I was surely not having it, and neither was anyone else.

Eventually, the letterman glared at Bender, who finally noticed the singing. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Bender finally finished his note, with the letterman still staring at him. Bender cracked a smile towards him. "Take a picture. Lasts longer!" he said. The letterman did not want to even get started with Bender, as he turned back around to focus on how he should start his own essay.

Thank god that guy shut his damn mouth! I thought, kinda satisfied, as I started to write more words down again.

"I can't believe this is really happening to me." I could hear the cherryhead say to herself.

"Oh, shit!" Bender exclaimed in disbelief.

Oh shit myself… I thought to myself, hearing Bender's words for the first time since seconds ago…

As the cherryhead, nerd and I turned and looked to see Bender, Bender asked us all, "What are we supposed to do if we hafta take a piss?!"

Pee your pants! I'd totally wanna see you do that kind of action. I thought again, glaring at Bender, just anxiously waiting for him to shut up.

Everyone else turned back around (Cherryhead: Please…) and ignored Bender's complaint. "If you gotta go…" he said looking down at his fly. Then another thing I heard was the sound of unzipping. "You gotta go!" He was about ready to piss on the floor, as I was about ready to stab him with my pencil.

Everyone else looked back at him. "Oh my god…" the cherryhead complained, disgusted.

The letterman looked underneath Bender's table. "Hey, you're not urinating in here man!" A disgusted letterman admonished Bender.

"Don't talk, don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!" Bender warned the letterman.

The nerd and I looked underneath his table and saw him pulling down his underwear, ready to discharge disgusting yellow liquid. "My god." I said, disgusted, "Is he really gonna go for it?"

"Looks like it!" grumbled the letterman, "You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" he threatened Bender.

Bender gasps in mock shock, then tries to flirt with the letterman, "You're pretty sexy when you're angry… Grrrr…"

Meanwhile, I imagined what would happen if Bender did in fact urinate on the floor. I thought that had Bender pissed on the floor, we would have to suffer through smelling the stench of it. Eventually, Vernon would come in, notice the piss stain underneath Bender's table, and go, 'Bad Bender, Bad, Bad, Bad Bender!' and would kick him out of the library, and that way, we would finally be free from that jerk. Unfortunately, I got another thought: Vernon would force us to clean up the mess Bender made. And trust me, I know how bad cleaning up piss is. I cleaned up my dog's piss almost every month when she leaks.

As I kept on writing, Bender turned back to me and tapped on the table, "Hey new kid." he got my attention.

"Yeah?"

"What say you get up and close that door," he says as he points to the library entrance, "And then we'll get prom queen over there," he points to cherryhead, "Impregnated!"

The cherryhead and letterman turn back to see us and glare, specifically at Bender.

"Hey!" the letterman tries to get Bender's attention.

"Thanks, but I'm good." I said, trying to refocus on my essay.

Bender did not want to take 'no' for an answer. "What's wrong, buddy?" he asked me, his smugness still ever present, "You don't want to make your babies with her?"

"Hey!" shouted the letterman.

Bender turned to face him. "What?"

"If I lose my temper, you're totalled man!" the letterman threatened again.

"Totally?"

"Totally!"

Totally think we should all just leave each other alone here… I thought to myself, still trying to see what I should write about 'who I am'. I've already jotted down fifty words on my essay, and I'm still a long way from it being done done. So what's a thousand divided by fifty? Twenty? So I'm one-twentieth away from finishing this essay.

"Why don't you shut up!" exclaimed the cherryhead, "Nobody here is interested!"

"Really!" the letterman agreed. "Butthead," he said to the cherryhead regarding Bender.

Bender sat there, still unfazed and still wanting to stir up chaos. "Well hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" he taunted the letterman.

The nerd looked at the situation and wanted to try and break things up as carefully as possible, "Excuse me fellas," he asked, nervously, "I think we should write our papers."

Nerd's got a point, I thought to myself, wanting this bickering to stop as much as the next guy.

"Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so KNOCK IT OFF!" the letterman shouted at Bender, ready to inflict whatever kind of violence he could onto him. If we was willing to inflict any kind violence onto him just to shut him up, I would be game to see it.

But Bender, still smug as ever, ignored the letterman's warning. "It's a free country." he told him.

"If it's a free country, then why do we have rules and laws that govern us every day?" I asked myself, still annoyed.

The nerd nodded in agreement with me. "New kid's got a point y'know?"

Bender turned towards the nerd. "Hey, he has a name, y'know?" he fired back at him, making the nerd turn back and stay out of it again. Bender turned to me and said, "What is your name, by the way?"

I looked at him, uninterested. "Tim." I told him, "Tim Camm."

Bender gave a short smile, "Pleasure meeting you… Tim."

I gave a sort of side smile to Bender, then looked down at my essay again, continuing to think of what else I should write.

Bender, who was still looking at me with those predator eyes, smirked at me again, "Y'know Tim…" he asked, gaining my attention on him yet again, "You're not much of a joiner, are ya?"

"Joiner?" I asked, confused. I thought to myself if the word 'joiner' meant that I don't like to join along with conversations. Fine, maybe I don't like engaging in conversations… not yet, at least. But I still don't want to get in any uncomfortable situations with Bender.

"I'll tell ya something," said Bender, "You sit there all bored and mindless... just being the dork a joiner would not be."

The letterman spun around to face Bender, "How about you just shut it."

Bender turned to the letterman. "Really?" he asked without a care in the word.

"For real!"

"What are you gonna do about it, Sporto?"

The letterman looked like he was about to beat the living shit out of him. "I ain't in the mood to deal with your shit today, dickhead! Knock it off already!"

He turned around as the cherryhead looked at him, trying to reassure him, "He's just doing it just to get a rise out of you! Just ignore him."

Bender, being the smug snake he is, whipped his hair, and looked at the cherryhead, "Sweets?" he asked her, gaining her attention, "You couldn't ignore me if you tried!"

I saw the cherryhead glare at him for a couple seconds before turning back, still intending on ignoring Bender. The nerd, mysterious mess, and I were distracted by him, staring at him as he kept on making a scene.

"So…" Bender carried on, before waiting a second to continue, "So!" He started talking to both the cherryhead and the letterman. "Are you guys like boyfriend/girlfriend?" He asked in mock desperation, wanting to see how far he could go to tip them off. "Steady dates?"

I kept on looking down at my essay, my annoyance with him rising with his continuous blabbermouth. "Does he ever know how to shut up?" I asked to myself.

Bender ignored me and still pressured the duo in the front. "Lo-vers?" he kept on asking, before he knew what exactly would tip them off to their cores. "Come on, Sporto." he begged to the letterman, "Level with me… Do you slip her the hot… beef… injection?"

The cherryhead and letterman spin around to Bender. "GO TO HELL!/ENOUGH!" they say, respectively. Unfortunately, they yelled just as I was writing, and it caused my grip to derail my pencil.

Bender laughed when he got them to snap.

And another thing too, was that Vernon could hear us, from right across his office. "Hey!" I could hear him yelling at us, "What's going on in there?!"

I look at my paper and see the line that I accidentally wrote. I look up and glare at the trio. "Yeah, thanks alot, guys. Really appreciate what you did."

"What did we do?" an incredulous letterman asked me.

I showed them the essay, specifically pointing to the line on the paper. Bender snatches it and examines the error that I've made. He gives it back to me and says, "It's just pencil. You'll manage…"

The cherryhead and letterman glare back at Bender, before turning their heads away from him in anger. "Scumbag…" the letterman muttered under his breath.

As I erased my line, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer I have to stay here before I can finally go home and get away from these asshats. I looked at my wristwatch; the time was 7:18, and I feel like it has been forever since I've first set foot into the library. And there's only less than eight hours and fourty-five minutes left until we could finally get out of here! Shit… And hell is still gonna loom over us, and his name is Bender.