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The weekend came faster than Allison had expected. She had awoken in the early hours of the morning and to her surprise, the house was quiet. The door that led to her parents' bedroom was opened and the bed was made. Normally, she would have heard if her parents were walking about the house. They were as quiet as mice to walk out so quietly. Allison looked down when she heard the gentle purring of her cat as he rubbed against her legs. "You didn't hear when they left did you?" she asked as the cat sat on the floor and curled his tail around his paws, "I didn't think so."

Allison walked to the living room. Without her parents hovering around, it seemed like an eerie part of the house. It gave Allison the freedom to grab the remote and surf the channels and watch television as long as she wanted. However, she was not going to waste this Saturday morning doing that. There were better things to spend her time on rather than watching pointless shows that her parents seemed to be too stuck in.

She grabbed her bag and threw a couple of snacks inside before walking out of the house. The thought of running away never left her mind. Now that Andrew had become part of life, she saw her future looking slightly better than it did before. All the places that she had shared with him that she wanted to run to, she would feel that excitement for adventure but would there be any meaning when she didn't have someone to share it with. Being with Andrew had opened her eyes and made her realize that she didn't want to be alone anymore. Before, she thought that there was no hope for her to find somebody and she became closed within herself. Now, she had someone to share it with.

She couldn't believe how much had changed in a week. From the lonely invisible girl, she didn't feel that anymore. She didn't expect all the school to applaud her that she had gotten one of the greatest competitors of the wrestling team. She had prepared herself that there would be jealousy from the other cliques, especially the girls that had been chasing after Andrew as a prom date. She wondered how Andrew felt about that, to only be seen as an object for prom and then thrown away as if he was garbage. Some people who got a lot of love in their lives, did not know the true meaning of it as opposed to those who didn't.

Allison's feet suddenly stopped as she looked up at the high school building. Out of all the places where she could have gone to, her feet decided to take her to this place…and perhaps for good reason. Andrew's meet was this Saturday and she could meet up with him during his breaks if it was permitted. If it wasn't, Allison had her ways of making sure that it was. She walked up to the doors and opened them. Seven o'clock. Right on time.

It was quiet. Too quiet. The empty hallways of this school were just as eerie as her house was. The only difference was that this building was huge and she could hide anywhere she wanted without anyone finding her. The thought of hiding in one of the lockers and popping out to scare unexpected students sounded like a whimsical thing to do. Of course it would result in her being noticed and getting an actual detention, but it would be worth it. Not wanting to waste any time, Allison took a turn and headed inside the school's library.

The chairs were empty without their rightful owners sitting on them. However, that feeling of déjà vu lingered within her. It would have been interesting to see if all her classmates met again on this Saturday, but she knew that they had better things to do with their lives than spend it here. Allison took her seat at the back of the room on the far right. Would she still be invisible if anyone was to walk in?

Allison didn't know how much time had passed when she heard the door open and chains clinking against each other. Looks like no one had bothered to find that screw to fix the door. She looked up from the corner of her eyes and saw John Bender walking into the library. There was that usual air of confidence around him, but Allison spotted the bruise that was formed on the side of his head. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. Allison could tell that it hadn't been a good conversation between John and his family.

John looked up when he noticed someone staring at him. With a smirk, he approached Allison's table. "You're here again?" he asked as he sat in front of a table and placed his feet on the chair. "What did you to get here? Being too quiet?"

Allison picked up on the sarcastic, yet good natured tone of John's voice. Over the past couple of days, he had an aura of anger around him. No one else in the group sensed it but Allison did. Even yesterday when he blew up on Claire, Allison was glad that she had been there to stop him before it had gotten worse. "No," Allison shook her head, "I had nothing better to do."

Out of all the strange things that Allison could say, this by far was her strangest. Last Saturday she had nothing better to do, and the same was for this Saturday. John couldn't help but laugh at that. "We gotta find you some stuff to do," he said as he pointed at her. "Who wants to spend Saturdays in detention?"

Apparently you do Allison thought. She quietly studied John's face and the bruise that his bangs were hiding as well as he thought they did.

John looked over his shoulder and was about to jump off the table, but he relaxed that it was only Susan to come inside with the door slamming behind her. "Now we can get this party started," John said and motioned for Susan to join them.

Susan smiled when she saw her friends there, yet she was surprised to see Allison there.

"Nothing else to do," Allison answered her with a shrug of her shoulders. "Might as well spend it in here with some friends."

It wouldn't be the same without Claire, Andrew, and Brian but it was good enough than to spend a detention alone. "How's that doing?" Susan asked John and motioned to the bruise on his head.

In the morning, he had woken up with a throbbing pain. After he had left Susan's home, he had tried to crash at a friend's house. Axel and Damien hadn't let him crash at their house because their parents had guests over and Mitch hadn't bothered answering the door. The guy and questionable attitude was starting to get on John's nerves! Yet, he couldn't push his friends away without any good reason. Their attitude was what protected them from the harm that they faced as a group. In the end, John retreated home and he was glad that his parents were asleep when he got in. He still needed to fix that broken door, but it was going to have to wait. "It's fine," John answered her with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, "I've been through much worse."

The cigarette burn doesn't compare to that Allison thought, feeling sympathy for John and the way that he was mistreated.

"We might as well get ourselves ready for another big bad a thousand-word essay," John said as got up from the table and settled himself in the chair. "Are we going to write about who we think we are again or how much this place sucks?"

"Not unless you want to add that to your tenth detention," Susan said and adjusted her sketchpad in her bag, trying to make it as invisible as possible.

Just then, the library door opened and all three of them expected to see Vernon but to their confusion it was a different detention monitor. A woman who was in her middle forties, had thick rimmed glasses, and wore a white buttoned up shirt and black skirt walked inside. To John, she looked like one stern nanny as opposed to a detention hall monitor.

"Ms. Wilson is our detention monitor?" Susan asked Allison.

"Yeah what happened to Dick?" John loudly inquired.

Ms. Wilson turned her cold gaze towards John. "I was called on a short notice. Unfortunately, Mr. Vernon," she said as she emphasized the honorific word for him, "is not able to make it for this Saturday."

Strange Susan thought. Never did Susan think that her uncle would miss out on a day. Regardless of his stern nature, she hoped that he was doing alright.

"Therefore you will have me." Ms. Wilson looked at her watch. "It is not 7:10 and you should have more than enough time to tidy up this library."

John furrowed his eyebrows at that while Allison and Susan exchanged a look with one another. So much for sitting around and doing nothing.

"And why is that?" John asked her, "your little helpers didn't do a good job."

"My little helpers are perfectly trained at their job. However, someone got their sticky fingers in the catalog and scrambled everything. I wouldn't need to point out on whom it was, Mr. Bender," she said as she fixated her glare onto John. "Not to mention that ripped that priceless book on Molière to shreds."

Guilty as charged John thought and tried to keep his smirk hidden from the librarian.

"I have composed a list of what needs to be done around here," she said as she set out handwritten copies of the list to the three students. "I expect these to be done by the end of the session. If not, I will report this to Mr. Vernon and believe me, he expects this to be finished."

John held his hands in the air and gave her a nod of his head. "Don't you worry about that, we'll make sure that we keep Vernon's little girlfriend happy."

Susan facepalmed and looked down to hide her laughter. John just stop talking! she begged, otherwise she would go into a fit of laughter.

Ms. Wilson did not even make a comment to that. "I will be in my office in there. Please don't partake in any foolishness. I'd rather watch my show in peace." She turned on her heel and as she was about to leave, she turned around. "And when it comes time for lunch, I advise you take it to the cafeteria. I don't want to see a single crumb on this carpet." With that, she turned once again on her heel and walked to the backroom of the library and shut the door behind her.

John looked over his shoulder. The office was away from them and shaded with curtains. How did she expect to trust them on not engaging in any foolishness, as she so elegantly put it? John looked down at the list and crumpled it up in his hand. "Does she really expect that we have to do this crap for her?" he asked the two girls, "I'd rather hide that catalog drawer."

Neither were Susan and Allison in the mood to fix up the library. Out of all the things, Allison would rather write a thousand-word essay than do this. "Guess we have to," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

John gave her an incredulous look. "You're not seriously suggesting that we do this do you?" he asked her.

There were so many things in this library that Allison had not yet seen; and there may be some things that were worth taking. She looked at John with a smirk upon her lips, "why not? Some places might just surprise you."