Saturday...March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois. 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon...we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong, what we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athelete, a basket case, a princess, a Russian Flirt and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...

*Anastasia POV*

I woke to my father banging on my bedroom door loudly yelling at me to wake up. I rolled over and looked at the clock, it was half past five. I groaned loudly, I hated Saturday detention. I got up and padded towards my bathroom to take a shower. I undressed and stepped into the shower taking my time to shave everywhere and washing my hair and body before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my body and hair. As I walked through to my room and I started to briefly towel dry my hair and look for a outfit to wear. I put on my panties and bra before sitting at my beauty table and started to blow dry my hair. Once I blow dried it and straightened it I started on my make up before dressing in the outfit I picket out. I put on the white tank top over my navy blue bra and my short leather skirt and my dark green plaid button down shirt over my tank top and buttoned it up to just under my chest. I tucked it into my skirt and pulled on my Black lace-up peep toe heeled shoe boots. I looked at the clock again, six forty. I grabbed my bag and my jacket before racing down the stairs into the kitchen and grabbed the lunch I made the day before. I got into my car and drove as fast as I could to the school.

I pulled into the car park just as I caught Allison getting out of her car and John Bender walked up the steps. I parked my car and got out, I made my way towards Allison who was walking quickly up the steps

"Ally!" I called and hurried towards her. She turned and smiled slightly

"Hi" she said before we both made our way into the school towards the library. When Allison and I entered the room everyone else was already there. Claire Standish(Prom Queen) sat at a desk with Andrew Clark(A Jock) and Brian Johnson(My only other friend besides Allison) and John Bender, the guy I fool around with sometimes was sitting with his feet on a chair in front of him. Allison quickly moved away from me and scurried to the back of the library around the statue and sat at a desk in the back. I glared at the two popular students who snickered at Allison

"Shut the fuck up" I snapped making them look at me in shock as I stormed passed their desk to the one in front of Brian. Brian smiled at me which I returned before I went to turn around and my eye caught Bender's. He winked at me making me smirk and 'fix' my collar, drawing his eyes towards my chest which showed the tops of my breasts. Bender licked his lips and smirked as Mr Vernon, our lovely Principal entered. He held a stack of paper and pencils in his left hand

"Well...well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time" he smirked at us I rolled my eyes as 'Princess Claire' raised her hand"Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, don't think I belong in here..." she said snobbishly Vernon contiuded to talk as if she never spoke

"It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways..." Bender spat into the air and caught the spit in his mouth again, Claire looked like she was going to gag. "...and you may not talk." he glanced at Claire "You will not move from these seats." Brain who was nomving stopped and slowly sat back down in his seat "and you..." Vernon pointed at bender and took away the chair his feet where on "will not sleep. Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay-of no less than a thousand words-describing to me who you think you are."

"Is this a test?" John asked Vernon passed out paper and pencils and took no notice of Bender. "And when I say essay...I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender? Ms. Volkov" We looked up."Crystal" John smiled sarcastically while I just rolled my eeys and nodded

"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even-decide whether or not you care to return."

"You know," Brian raised his hand and stood up making my groan "I can answer that right now sir...That'd be "No", no for me. 'cause..."

"Sit down Johnson" Vernon snapped

"Thank you sir" He sat quickly.

"My office..." Vernon pointed. "is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised..." Vernon looked at us all "any questions?"

"Yeah...I got a question." John said making me smirk as Vernon looked at him with suspicion "Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" he asked cheekily making me giggle loudly

"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. And you, Ms Volkov can join him for laughing. Don't mess with the bull, you'll get the horns." Vernon snarked before leaving

"That a brownie hound" John stated once he was sure Vernon was out the room