Claire Standish stared up at the massive front steps of Shermer High School. She resituated herself in the front

passenger seat of her father's BMW sports car to face him.

"It's so absurd that I have to be here on a Saturday. I can't believe you can't get me out of this! It's not like I'm a

defective, or a freak or anything." Claire looked at her dad with pathetic annoyance, part from having to spend nine

hours of a perfectly good spring weekend locked away in her palace-eque school and the other part being that her

father didn't even pretend to pay anybody off or anything to get her out of her fake prison.

"Look,sweetie, skipping school to go shopping doesn't make you a defective," her dad said non-

chalantly as he reached in the backseat and handed her a small blue (obviously) Tiffany's bag.

"Now, have a good day, okay?"

Claire looked at her father in complete disbelief, scoffed, then got out of the car.

Andria Clark watched Claire pass and head in to the school.

"Andria, are you listening?" her father's voice raised to get her attention.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, Dad." She looked at him.

"Look, I screwd around, star athlete's screw around." He tried to sound like a half way decent father instead of the

ass hole that pushed Andria since she could breathe. "But that doesn't mean you can do what you did!"

"Yeah, I know," she sighed. "Mom already reemed me ok? I know..."

"Do you want to blow your ride? Is that it?" Her dad was getting annoyed. His face was turning red from anger.

"Now, no school is going to give a scholarship to a discipline case."

"Yeah, yeah." Andria grabbed a brown paper bag and got out of the car. Her father quickly pulled out of the drive and

headed out of the drive and headed down the street to who knows where. 'And you cares?' Andria thought as she

opened the front door of the school.

A gray GMC Delorean that had an EMC2 license plate parked at the curb. Brianna Johnson was born in to a family

of brains anad there was no way around it.

"Is this the first or the last time we do this?" Her mother asked hatefully.

"The last." Brianna said sheepishly

"Now get in there and use the time to your advantage." Her mother thrust her bag at her, nearly knocking her little

sister out of her car seat.

"Mom," Brianna set the bag on the floor of th efront seat. "It's detention, we're not allowed to study."

"Well, then you figure out a way to study!" Mrs. Johnson had to restrain herself from slapping her daughter.

"Yeah!" Kelsey, the little sister, said bratily to her (obviously upset) big sister. Brianna looked at her little sister with the eyes

of a murderer.

"Go!" Mrs. Johnson revved the engine and Brianna quickly opened the door; mindlessly grabbing the back pack. She

watched her mom drive away then looked straight ahead. She stopped for amoment when she saw Jenna Bender making

her way to the school, heading across the neatly manacured fron lawn. She stepped off the curb and began to cross the

drive when a car making its way into the drive slammed on its brakes to avoud hitting her. Jenna kept walking, not even

fazed by the car. Brianna stared in amazment at Jenna's anarchist attitude. Brianna looked down at her watch, realizing

what time it was she ruched into the school.

Allison Reynolds stepped out of the car that had just played a role in raising Jenna's cool factor. Allison closed the door and

went to lean into the front passenger window to say bye to her ride but the car sped off before she could even utter any

ounce of grattitude.