"I Hate Mondays"

Allison's POV-

I sped down the hallway and into the girls' bathroom, thinking about what Brian had said. Had Andrew really forgotten all about us? What would he do if I were to pass him in the hallways? The stupid, naive part of me hoped he would kiss me again, there, in front of all his friends, but I knew better. What he would really do is throw some lame remark in my face and go off laughing.

I reached inside my bag and pulled out the patch I had ripped from his jacket.

"Some champion." I said under my breath, walking into a stall and throwing the patch into the toilet. Then I remembered earlier when Claire had crashed into me and hadn't said a word. I pulled the samples of makeup she had given me out of my bag and dumped them in the bowl too.

"Fuck you Claire, fuck all of you!" I screamed, pulling the silver lever and watching as all the stuff circled around the bowl. Of course it didn't flush successfully, but that's what I was hoping would happen. I ran out of the stall and watched with a smile as the water spilled out of the top and all Claire's extra makeup and Andy's patch came pouring to the floor.

I stood staring for a few minutes until someone came in, making me look up with a start. It was Mindy Carlson, the class slut. I have certain labels for everyone, and even if they changed, the labels stuck. Mindy hadn't changed of course, and her shirt was still exposing her midriff, and her shorts were still too high. She gave me a disgusted look as she walked by, and slipped unceremoniously on the junk I had spilled all over the floor.

I let out a big resounding "HA!" as she fell right on her ass.

"Bitch!" She yelled in my direction, standing up quickly and wiping herself off with toilet paper. I didn't stick around to see what she would do next.

When I finally stopped running, I thought about ditching school. I knew where Bender was going, I watch him leave all the time, but I don't know if I wanted to join him or not. He was no doubt getting high again, and no matter how crazy I am, I don't want to do drugs. I didn't do them in detention, and I won't do them now.

Before I could go anywhere Vernon rounded the corner and spotted me.

"You!" He yelled. I widened my black-rimmed eyes and made a squeaking noise, breaking out into a run again. "Stop running! Go to class you basket case!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. Basket case? Had he just called me a basket case?

"Go to hell!" I yelled back at him.

"Oh, that's it kid. You've got detention this Saturday, and you're gonna be sorry you ever mouthed off. You watch your back."

I gave him the finger once his back was turned.

"I'm not a fucking mental case you asshole." I whispered, wiping my watering eyes. All the "black shit" around them was running down my cheeks.

I sat down, my back up against a locker and pulled my knees to my chest.

A/n: sorry about the short chapter but this was all I needed to say about Allison. The next one will be longer, I promise. Thanks to all my reviewers, I love you guys.