Disclaimer: I don't own the breakfast club, wish I did but I don't. Honestly if I did I wouldn't need to writhe this ;)

Sorry this took so long. I had extreme writers clock. I'm still trying to get into the gist of writing and we had call backs for the Diary of Anne Frank all this week so I've been busy. I got called back for Anne! Ok I'll try to update faster. Thanks so much for reading! XD

Mrs. Parker's POV

In Allison's bag was everything from a dead frog to a switch blade. Needless to say I was speech less. How could such a young lady be so crazy as to stuff a fog in her back pack? In my day girls were scared of frogs and as far as I know they still are!

"Umm, that's quite a collection." I hear myself say. Allison remains quiet her back pack hanging upside own in her right hand. "Tell me why did you bring a knife to school?"

This time I got a response. "I got it in detention last Saturday."

"Oh? And why were you in detention?"

"I had nothing better to do." Allison stated flatly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I had to suppress a chuckle. Never in my 10 years have I heard a student so calm and blunt when being interrogate by an authoritative figure. "You had nothing better to do? That's why? Well who brought the knife?"

"How should I know?" Allison said slightly annoyed by the plastic woman she saw before her. "Just some boy brought it."

"Allison what happened in detention that caused the boy to want to use a knife?" I asked with haste scared she might decide not to answer.

"Lots a crazy shit happened, not that you really care. You don't care about anyone but yourself." To put it simply I was stunned. She actually thought I didn't want to help her? Would I really be waiting my time back in high school if I didn't intend to better her life or at least mental state? "Allison! How could you possibly say that? You don't honestly believe it." The last part sounded more like a fact than a question.

"Oh yes I do. You screwed you self-up lady. I mean are you a person or a Barbie? Pick one!" I was too stunned to speak. "If you ask me you have serious issues."

That snapped me back. "Young lady I'm not the one with issues here."

"You do what other people tell you and that is an issue."

I was flustered and furious and the psychopathic teen standing before me. I saw she had on a faint smirk. She knew she had won this battle. What she didn't know was that I always win the war. "Okay." I said shakily trying to suppress my anger. "Why don't we just start over?"

"Fine" she said scoffing

"Ahem. Right then. Hello Allison I'm Mrs. Parker." I always say that so cheery. I don't know why I just feel like kids respond better to a pleasant attitude.

"Hey."

"Why don't we start by getting to know each other a little okay?"

"K. But I already know all I need to about you."

"What do you mean? You have known me for an hour and we have only talked about you."

"Your middle name is Polly, ironic, your birth date's January 7th, you're 6'1, you weigh 148 pounds and your social security number is 039387421."

"How-how did you know all that?" I stuttered

"I stole your wallet." She said in slight triumph

I stiffened walked back around to my desk chair sat down and tightly said, "Allison you are excused for today give me back my wallet and we will talk next week"

"Whatever." She handed me my wallet and sauntered out of the room. I have a lot to do if I'm ever going to fix that girl.