Chapter two

Please not I am in middle school and had to sensor some of the language

Brian took his seat in shop class. He was still mad at himself for not being able to make a lamp. It just wouldn't turn on. He thought as he tapped his fingers on the desk. Just as the teacher walked in the intercom came to live. "Brian Johnson, Claire Standish, John Bender, Andrew Clark, and Alyson Reynolds please come down to the library." The nasal voice of the secretary rang in Brian's ears like a bee sting. He then got up and presided to the library.

As the students flooded the library -which had not bin disturbed since Saturday- Mr. Vernon was standing in the center of the rows of tables. John instantly smirked. "Mr. Vernon what a mess you've made." He said sounding like a stereotypical housewife reprimanding a child. Mr. Vernon was not amused. "You five are going to clean this place up, top to bottom. That includes the shattered glass door on the upped level." He said with his arms crossed. "I'll be in my office. Oh and Bender, it will be your job to return the lost screw in that door. Also to get the smell of pot out of the library." He continued as he walked out into his office.

As soon as the door closed John went strait to making a bigger mess. The tossed books of the shelf and ripped the paper that was on the librarians desk. Andrew was getting a little agitated. "Hay would you cut it out!" he exclaimed kind of under his breath. John didn't care. He kept on doing what he was doing. Claire walked over to him slowly. "I'm sorry I blew you off back there. That was a real s***y thing to do." She said with out looking him in the eye. John didn't even glance at her. He then tore a few pages from a book. Claire then got angry. "Your not even going to except my apology?" she exclaimed. John then looked up. "No Claire, I'm so happy you said you sorry that really fixes things!" he said sarcastically as he walked away.

Andrew had heard then talking and walked over to Claire. "You blew him off?" he said sounding ticked off. Claire nodded. "It's not like you wouldn't do the same!" she said trying to make what she did seem okay. Andrew then got mad. "Actually, Alyson came up to me this morning and my so called friends were laughing and I walked away with her!" Andrew was getting angrier with Claire. Claire rolled her eyes and started to clean up the books John ripped up.

Brian overheard and started to get a little ticked off. I knew she would do something like that. He thought. He then picked up a sponge and started to scrub the sugar, soda, and captain crunch off of Alyson's table. He found himself scrubbing harder as he thought more about what Claire had dun. I guess she is just to full of herself to care! He thought. He rolled his eyes and took a breath. He calmed down enough to stop scrubbing a hole in the table.

Alyson didn't care about cleaning. She just sat at one of the tables and put her feet on the chair beside her. She pulled a loose sting from her shirt and tightly rapped it around her finger –as she often did- entail it turned purple. She then slowly untied the string and watched as her finger changed back to the pale color it always was. She still had her bag around her shoulder and she took out her pensile and paper and began to draw a flower in exquisite detail.

Claire was now shoving things into the trash bag. How could they think I was wrong? She thought. And anyway I said I was sorry! She then took a minute to think about it and realized she was wrong. She realized she was too preoccupied with what people might think that she forgot who her real friends were. Da**it! She knew John would not accept her apology. She needed to find a way to show him rather than tell him.