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The Quiet Girl, The Weirdo, Gothic, Strange, Basket Case...
It seemed that everybody in high school had a label whether they were popular or not. Allison Reynolds preferred to be 'Invisible.' Then again, that was something that she had gotten used to. Living in a household where she was ignored for the majority of the time, she had gotten used to being ignored and having to take care of herself. Before, the silence that she had been introduced to had been so threatening but now, she had gotten used to it. Whenever she heard a voice or noise directed at her, she didn't know how to react towards that. She had gotten so used to her own silence that everything else was an intruder. School had especially been just as difficult for her. She may have been silent but that didn't mean that she was deaf. She heard the words the others whispered about her, even when she happened to walk past them. Perhaps being invisible was an advantage. She could be present at any situation, hear everything, and no one would be able to notice her.
Of course Saturday detention had been different for her. Having nothing to do on a Saturday, and not wanting to remain in a silent household, it was better to just spend those eight hours in a place that she was floated around. Through the other four people that she shared the library with, she hadn't spoken a word to either of them during the first couple of hours. One of them was very outspoken, the other two popular students were defensive, and one of them was neutral and wanted to finish that essay that Vernon assigned. As for her, she couldn't find the will to speak to any of them. However, there had been a few moments where The Criminal had turned his attention upon her, but when he did so, she wanted that attention to be diverted to someone else.
Why are they looking at me now when they haven't looked at me before? Those thoughts lingered inside her mind. Maybe it was the proximity that she shared with the others in the library or the fact that she was the one who hadn't said a single word as opposed to the others. It seemed that being the silent one also made her be the center of attention at times...and she didn't know whether she liked it or not, especially with this group of people.
With Claire Standish and Andrew Clark, she knew that she was invisible in their eyes. Popular students also ignored people like her, yet she couldn't help but think why Andrew glanced at her every now and then. With Brian Johnson, there was a form of intelligence that they shared. She may not have talked as much as he had but those that were silent, always had something sharp to express. With John Bender, she sympathized because she knew how difficult it was to be in a vicious household. While she craved to be noticed by her parents, she wondered if John wanted to be ignored by his, though she wouldn't trade places at all to be in a home where the attention was brutal.
When you grow up, your heart dies she had said to the group on the Saturday. And she deeply cared about those words that she had said. The more she had grown, the more she felt her heart get shattered by the reality that she was living in. The more she cocooned herself in her shell, the more difficult it was for her to get out of it. Why let anyone inside when her heart was already dying...or was already dead? However, that interesting Saturday had eased her out of a it a little.
It all started with John Bender, who had spoken to her a few times and shared a couple of glances with though she hadn't verbally communicated with him. Sometimes, communication didn't need to happen with words. It was better to let the eyes do all the talking.
She didn't find herself to be as different as Brian Johnson either. Both shared some form of intelligence. While she knew that Brian was book-smart, she had analytical intelligence that she used to her own advantage. She had to be very stealthy when she stole Brian's wallet, that was the fun in it all.
Then there was Claire Standish, who had shown her true personality to Allison. Aside from a few tiffs that they had, Claire had helped her into seeing the person that she truly was. From those dark clothes, the heavy eye makeup, and the hair in her eyes, she had turned into someone different...and she hadn't known what to think of it.
There was Andrew Clark who had glanced at her a fair number of times during detention. She would think that it had been a rather unusual interaction that they had. Why would a jock like him waste his time with a basket case like her? Why bother questioning such an emotion, or rather ignoring it, when someone was paying attention to her? It just turned out that she wasn't different from any of her peers after all. Even though she had not spoken for hours, she was visible in their eyes.
And she seemed to have enjoyed it.
A/N: I must admit, Allison Reynolds was quite the challenging character to analyze, yet it was rather fun.