Disclaimers, I own only my OC..

Also I have taken notice that each chapter is getting shorter and shorter, so just as a general consensus; Long vs. Short chapters, which should I be writing more of? Please take into consideration that longer chapters will take more time... short but sweet is what I say..

Allison

When Dick finally left the library and returned to his office, where he would occasionally peer round the door like a vulture awaiting unsuspecting prey, Allison had time to glance around at the gaunt, drawn faces of her fellow detainees.

The bright lights of the library shone onto the teenagers faces, emphasizing dark circles, shining on sweaty foreheads and hollowing cheeks. From a distance the collection of teens looked motionless but in close proximity Allison noted each one of their individual movements. Whilst loudly biting her nails she observed each person, eyes lingering for a small amount of time but never long enough to be noticed or caught.

Some where a flurry of constant movement playing with pens or matches, some staring listlessly into space whereas others were still as the morning mist, eyes glazed and heads bowed.

That was only one person really she noted, they say on the adjacent desk to hers staring down at the desk, hair draped in front of her face shading her features from view. Only a singular silver dangly earring was visible around her dark curtain of hair. The crystal inlays and twisted pattern where startlingly familiar.

Struggling to place where exactly she had seen the earring, she had never seen this girl in school before. She was so absorbed in her thoughts she didn't notice that she had been staring too long until she felt a pair of eyes upon her. Glancing up she looked into cold, assessing eyes that gave away no emotion. The eyes judged her, was she a threat? An ally? Or possibly a means to escape?

Allison recognised a kindred emotion in the icy orbs, an expression of trepidation, the eyes briefly darted away looking to the nearest exit. The stare couldn't have lasted longer than two seconds but Allison felt almost vulnerable, all her personal thoughts and mentality laid bare before this girl.

Allison refused to look at anyone or anything for the next hour, instead staring resolutely at the wall opposite.

Claire

Pastel pink nails lightly tapped the decrepit table top, only stopping occasionally to check that none of the nail varnish had chipped away. Then Claire would straighten her already meticulous skirt before running a hand through her already perfectly arranged hair. Soon afterwards her hazel eyes would flicker up to look at the clock before starting the whole routine again. Nails, skirt, hair, clock.

Soon she felt someone watching her, the gaze burning her, peaking over her shoulder but never actually turning around she glimpsed the intense, shining eyes that were watching her with such avid fascination. Fascination was one word for it; the eyes were expressive in a way she had never seen. Now that she thought about, in her mind's eye, that fascination was beginning to look a lot more similar to scorn or even loathing. How dare this bright eyed individual judge her, Claire Standish queen bee of the school, who did she think she was? Claire briefly considered marching over there just to set this girl straight, no one glares at her and lives to tell the tale.

But her hesitation stopped her, maybe this was all an illusion in her mind that girl wasn't really glaring. Was she? Maybe all the stress of going to this detention was getting to her, that and having to now work extra hard to up hold her reputation.

Maybe additional shopping trips were needed in her near future, for de-stressing purposes, obviously.

Ame

She truly had meant to go straight back to sleep after Dick had left the room, but she was too nervous to now. The other teenagers sat in front of her had to be analysed and observed. By nature Ame was not an aggressive soul but when she was backed into a corner, her hackles where raised and her sharp tongue was on hand to disarm any rowdy comments directed at her. Glaring at anyone who looked her way, she congratulated herself, sitting in the back had been a wise choice now she could now watch every other person's movements. This seat also proved useful when the others started to interact with each other at least at the back no one would notice her.

Ame scrutinizes them all from afar, nearly snickering when the two alpha males decide to go at each other in a ridiculous fashion. And for the first time she sees the perfect prom queen look something other than perfect, embarrassed, flustered. Anything other than her usual smug face was good for Ame, it proved that she was in fact more human than machine.

After a while she became bored of watching the others fight and slipped on her headphones, she was completely satisfied thinking she had managed to fade into the background. Maybe the others would just ignore her?

Just as she was drifting back to sleep she felt a bump, her heartbeat quickened. There was someone in the seat next to her. She refused to look at all, they would just leave if she ignored them. Would they try to speak to her? What would they say? They were going to form a judgement on her the second she opened her mouth. Their eyes were on her, she could distinctly feel them gazing at the side of her face. Screw it they were going to judge her whether she opened her mouth or not.

Setting her head phones down, she pushed her hair away from her face, before turning to look at the intruder on her table.

So who is it at her table? Even I'm not sure yet! Until next time Stele..