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Allison noticed the familiar building of the school as she climbed up the steps and headed towards the entrance. Groups of students were situated on both the left and right as they laughed and talked with one another. The smell of smoke came up her nose as she passed by them, hearing the words that they spoke with one another. At least this time, no one was talking about her like before. It was awkward being the center of attention, especially to complete strangers. Classmates or strangers, Allison didn't care what they were if she didn't hang out with them.

"Where the hell is Bender?" she heard one of the rebels of the group ask about his comrade.

"How the hell should I know? Dude is always late," the other answered. "I even got the good stuff. If he doesn't get here in time we'll be pinched by Vernon." Upon that, he held out a brown paper bag.

Allison couldn't help but peek over and noticed the two boys that were just speaking, though they didn't turn their eyes to look at her. Whatever was in that brown paper bag, one thing went into Allison's mind and she knew it was not good. She knew real well who Bender was, but she never had an interaction with him before and nor did she wish to. There was one benefit in this high school and it was due to thousands of students that attended it. In order to find Allison, they would have to spend hours searching for her. However, no one had bothered before only when they were concerned about their missing items. She went to her locker and exchanged one of her textbooks with another before heading to her first class.

World History. That class was like sitting through a conference where the teacher droned on about the subject and didn't take any questions or comments from any student. To Allison, it was the perfect class to take a nap in and she would. The teacher barely took notice of it and that was fine with her. She pulled away from her locker and just as she was about to walk to the classroom, her feet staggered to a halt when she saw a group of jocks walking down the hall.

All of them wore a Letterman jacket and from what she caught on, they were talking about who they were planning on asking out the prom. One jock said that he was going to ask Jessica and the others gave him a high-five as a congratulations. Through the hair that shielded her eyes, Allison's eyes fell on one blond jock in particular. Even though he was part of the wrestling team and found his own place in high school, there was something about him that Allison knew he really didn't fit in well with the others. Unlike the others, he wasn't as much of a meathead.

"You got your eyes on anyone Andrew?" one of the boys stopped short, causing Andrew to halt in his tracks.

A slight smile came onto his lips. That dazzling smile that made Allison's heart thump against her chest. She held her book tightly against her chest as if he could hear her beating heart. "Uh..." Andrew said as he glanced over to his left. A small squeak escaped Allison's mouth as she failed at keeping it silent. He probably heard that and thought she was crazier than before but instead of pointing it out and laughing at her, Andrew looked at his group of friends and shook his head. "Not yet, man," he answered his friend. "Once I get through that wrestling meet, I'll show you who I'll ask."

"Hurry up before all the good ones are gone," his friend laughed and slapped him on the back.

Allison's eyes peeked from under her bangs as she looked at the group disappearing in the depths of the hallway. She couldn't understand why she had those sudden emotions towards someone who would't dare look at her. Then again, she assumed that he looked at her but she was in his field of vision. Taking a deep breath, she tried to dissect why she felt the way that she did. They never had any interaction with one another at all and never in her wildest dreams would it happen. Maybe she was just plain crazy to have those emotions. They would probably be gone by tomorrow...hopefully.

Shaking that feeling off her shoulder, Allison proceeded to head to the classroom. Her eyes were glued to the floor when a couple of heels click-clacked beside her. Slowly looking up, Allison noticed the group of popular girl walking past her as other students got out of the way. Through that group of blond and brunettes was a particular redhead that everyone knew the name of. With girls like that, Allison tried her best to stay out of their way. She knew that a girl in her position, if she didn't try to be invisible, would become the laughingstock of the school and why endure two more years of torture?

When she finally reached the classroom, she kept her eyes ducked away from the other students that were settled. She sat down on the farthest end of the classroom and sat down, not even bothering to take out a notebook. It was pointless having a notebook filled with endless notes that were not going to contribute in the future. Then again, she was able to absorb anything the teacher said in her mind just by listening. The school bell rang as the last students filed in the classroom followed by the teacher who shut the door, opened his briefcase, and began the lecture on three estates of the French Regime.

Upon hearing that term, Allison couldn't help but have a slight smile formed upon her lips. Knowing herself, she would probably be a commoner, trying to find some food to feed herself with while the nobles sat in Versailles drinking tea with their dainty fingers and eating little cakes. Allison was familiar with this history and she knew that in due time, it all came crumbling down into nothing.

It was just like Shermer High. The populars were only a small percentage of the school population while the other was made up of, what Allison considered it to be in her case, the 'basket case' population. It would be interesting to see how it would play out at the end of senior year or if it would ever come to that. As the teacher continued his lecture on the estates, the door suddenly opened and Allison's eyes fell on the school rebel. He walked in as if he owned the class, slapping the tardy slip on the teacher's desk, and heading over to one of the empty desks. Following Bender, a girl with blond hair and a streak of blue highlight followed him inside as she held onto a covered, what Allison assumed to be, canvas.

"Bender, Quimby you're late," the teacher told him.

"Sorry teach," John answered as he took off his sunglasses, "I had some car troubles."

Allison could pick up on his sarcasm more quickly than the teacher could. Then again, Mr. Williams was not as quick. He shook his head and looked down at his notes as he tried to search where he left off before John and Susan interrupted him.

Seeing the majority of the seats were occupied, and the fact that Bender had his feet on the desk next to him, Susan immediately walked over to where Allison sat. Allison was caught by surprise for no one would ever think about sitting next to her. "Can I sit here?" Susan asked her.

Or speak to her for that matter. It took Allison a moment to come to her senses and nod her head to the girl who took her seat. She knew who Susan was, for they had art classes together. She watched as Susan took out her notebook and held it open to a fresh page, but instead of taking notes, she began to draw a little cartoon figure. Allison tilted her head as she tried to make out what is was but this girl was very secretive of her personal drawings that she hid her drawing with her arm.

"Now where were we?" the teacher suddenly spoke up and finally found where he left off. "Ah yes, the French nobility."

Great Allison thought as she rolled her eyes. Let's hear about the queens that we are surrounded with everyday.