Disclaimer: Do I seriously have to do this? Fine. I don't own The Breakfast Club or any of its characters. I'm a broke college student with an overactive imagination. Suing me will get you nothing. I do, however, own my OC, David, and any other OCs I may add.

A/N: I've recently gone back and re-read all of my old fics. This chapter caught my eye; it was horrible. I've more or less re-written it. Allison and her mother were terribly OOC. I hope this is better. I also hope that my writing itself seems better; I've been working hard on improving it. This chapter may have a different feel than the others, but it's just my new style. I think I'm going to leave the other chapters as they are, and simply continue the fic in my new style. R/R again, please! Thank you!

And now, for your reading pleasure…

Chapter 3 – Allison (revised)

Allison climbed into her mother's car absent-mindedly. As usual, they didn't even exchange a "hello." Both sighed. The empty silence pressed on Allison's mind. She already missed the fools she'd spent her day with, and that was odd; she'd never missed anyone before. Those teens, though – they were different. They were almost as broken as she was. She'd seen right through each of them, a talent she'd picked up from being a loner and watching people too much. She hadn't expected to get along with the jock so well. Andrew, she thought. Underneath it all, we're not so different. She hoped that she'd gotten through to the others with her tearful speech about her and Brian being better people, and hearts dying as they grew up. They'd all seemed confused and reluctant to believe her. Allison had seen people's hearts die, though. She knew what she was talking about. She was jerked out of her thoughtful mood when her mother's car door slammed shut. Another wordless ride had ended; they were home. Before she even reached the door to their small house, Allison's mother was back in the car and driving away. Great, she thought. That means I'm stuck home with David. Her brother, David, was a typical snot-nosed 11-year-old brat who wasted his life playing video games.

"Yo, Alli!" came the shout from the living room over the noise of laser beams, explosions, and roaring monsters. She sighed – again. Her mother may ignore her, but David certainly didn't.

"What?" she asked impatiently.

"You're in charge of dinner. Mom got called back to work. Can we have pancakes?"

Allison raised an eyebrow. "Pancakes for dinner?" Who was she kidding; she ate stranger things than that. "Fine. But don't blame me if they suck. You know I can't cook. Let me know when you're hungry."

"Yeah, ok." Already, her brother's attention had turned back to defeating the 8-headed beasts on the screen.

Allison rolled her eyes and headed to her room. Once there, she grabbed her diary full of rants, raves, sketches, and ramblings and began to add to it. She knew she wouldn't forget today, but somehow, she would feel better if she recounted it in her own words on paper. She opened her mind, and followed it on a journey of that day's events.

I decided to spend my Saturday in detention because I truly had nothing better to do. I am glad I made that decision. I was able to help people see themselves for who they really are. I showed Claire and Andrew how much they hated being snobs; I showed Brian that he wasn't such a bad person; and I pointed out Bender's hypocrisies. I feel that the one I help the most, though, was Andrew. He was hurting and refused to show it. He does anything people ever tell him to do, and that is a problem. I told him as much. I think it opened his eyes. He sees more clearly now. I don't think he'll ever be an outright rebel, but he has it in him to walk his own path and listen to his heart before it dies. That's all I want people to do: listen to their hearts before they can't anymore.

"Alli! I'm starving!" Her brother's scream dragged her from her memories introspection. It was a short entry, but it would do. Releasing the millionth sigh of the day, she rose to go play cook for her brother. For the time being, life was bearable.

A/N: Well, there you have it: Allison re-written. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it doesn't make me cringe anymore. It's still far too short. Oh well. Chapter 6 and up will be longer, I'm hoping. So…R/R! Is Allison more IC? Or did I butcher her even more? By the way…chapter 6 is truly in the works. I'm not sure when it will be done, but I am back on board with this fic. Yay! Now review, my readers, and make a review whore happy!