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To all my reviewers, and especially to those posted above, thank you so much! Your reviews mean soo much to me, and I'm glad you all took your time to post them! Now, shortly, you'll get to read my story. After you read my disclaimer, that is!

Disclaimer: I still don't own John. He's still here by his own will! And yes, those of you who are wondering, I have moved him. He is now locked in my basement.

And now, almost a page after the I started typing, you dear reader, get to do what you do and read my story! Yey!

Bender's Book

Chapter 2: Some simple facts about detention

I awoke in the morning to find myself in a place where I hope I never wake up again. In my garage. The funny thing about my garage is that it creeps me out. Now, you might be thinking the John Bender, weirded out by his garage? Well, yes. And there is a good reason for it. It smells funny.

I'm just joking about that. Well, yeah, it does smell funny, but I'm not weirded out by it. It's just a smell.

Anyway, as I said, I awoke in the morning to find myself in the garage. Now, that was a very confusing way for me to begin my day. See, I don't know how you normal people do it, but I don't normally sleep in my broken down garage! I just don't!

After I realized that I was, in fact, in the garage, I got over it. I started thinking clearly and I noticed three things, there was a lump on my head, a burn on my arm, and my garage was turning red.

I thought about that for a moment and I shrugged it off. I didn't really care about it, why would I? Worse things have happened, and better things have happened. Why waste energy wondering about the mediocre things in life? It's a waste of time.

So, I headed back to my house. On my way (not a very long way, but a way nonetheless), I slowly began to recall what happened last night, in fractions anyway. I remember the light flashing on and the color red. Everything was red. I remember the paint can, and the bottle. I instinctively had fingered the back of my head when I remembered what had happened. There was a lump, and a few scratches, but nothing too bad. Like I said, I've had worse.

But I could not remember why my forearm hurt. I should've looked at it then, but in all honesty, I was scared. I was scared about what would happen, what I would see. My old man… was not the greatest guy on the planet. Who knows what he would do with an unconscious person?

And so, solving most of the mystery that was last night, I eventually reached my room. I reached my closet and put on my Saturday clothes. This might seem weird to you, the fact that I have clothes for every day of the week. The truth of the matter is though, I don't. I have my Saturday clothes, which I also wear on Monday and Thursday, and I have my other clothes I wear on Sunday and Tuesday. Then I mix and match for Wednesday and Friday. Weird, confusing, and pointless is something all you readers might be thinking, but it's how I am. I was so bored with my life, I planned it down to a point.

Now, you may think I've never been much of a planner, seeing as I never turn in assignments and I never do well on tests, things like that. But, if you care to remember, I do usually have a great story explaining why, or a really good excuse that causes you to be stuck. That's what I plan. I plan my teasing, I plan my pranks, and I plan my excuses. By doing the latter, I plan my escape.

Wait, where was I? There's more to this story. Oh, yes. I got dressed in my Saturday clothes, and put on my coats. Yes, I have two. Surprised? You shouldn't be. See, because winter coats are so expensive, my 'rents have decided it'd be much cheaper for them to just give me their old spring coats. I've got my pops's old denim jacket, and a long gray coat from the lady. I also put on a red scarf, but since this is open record, I'm just going to say that I had accommodated it quite recently.

As I was walking out the door of my room I grabbed three small objects, my wallet (I never have trusted the folks with the small amount of money I had), my sunglasses (Well, I had to make a grand entrance at detention, didn't I?), and my… well, you don't need to know that either.

I was as silent as I could possibly be as I passed my dad's room, hate to ruin the start of a perfectly good morning, and I walked carefully into the kitchen. After I decided it was safe enough, I looked for food in our shabby excuse for a kitchen. All I could find was generic instant oatmeal. I made some for myself, ate it myself, and cleaned up the dishes by myself. Don't be too surprised by my doing of my own dishes, I clean all the dishes from our house, every day. If I didn't, no one else would, and then we wouldn't have any clean dishes, would we?

After I was done, I walked out the door, and headed towards the school. A little background about Saturday detention: it starts at 7:00 and ends at 4:00. That means it is 9 hours long. We are at detention through lunch, and it is normally eaten in the library. Now, dear reader, if you are a very perceptive person, you may have realized that I didn't bring a lunch. That is because I, John Bender, am on the free lunch program at school. And that free lunch is the only meal I get every weekday. On the weekends, I manage scrounge up something to eat, like that generic oatmeal, but I can't exactly bring oatmeal to lunch, can I?

Well, the walk to school was particularly boring, so I'm sure you'll agree with me on my decision to not write about it. I made it inside the library, and I started working on that grand entrance I told you about. I played with a few things on the checkout desk, before picking up one near the end; a packet of hall passes.

I walked over to my seat and kicked some dweeby out of it, before I sat down and put a highly amused expression on my face. A moment later, a girl dressed in black and gray rushed in and walked all the way around everyone to take a seat in the back. The jock in front of me looked at the future prom queen and laughed. She giggled back at him.

I finally took a good look around the room. There were five of us then, a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal.

A/N: Well, you made it… to the END OF CHAPTER TWO! Okay, so I started this chapter with ten reviews, and I need eleven before I even think about posting a new, understand? (I'm laying off the threat this time all for you TWBasketcase!)