The minutes went by, I was so bored. I wrote an entry in my diary. My eyes were heavy, I closed them.

"Wake up!" Vernon yelled.

We were still tired.

"Who has to go to the lavatory?"

We all raised our hands.

Soon, John was ripping up a book.

"That's real intelligent," Andrew said.

"I know, it's wrong to destroy literature, it's such fun to read. Molay really pumps my nads."

"Moliere," Claire said.

"I love his work," Brian said.

John threw some pages at Brian. Then, Andrew talked to Claire about a party, and Claire's grounded.

"Who do you like better? You like your old man better than your mom?" John asked.

"Both of them are screwed," Claire replied.

"I mean if you had to choose between them?"

"I don't know, probably go live with my brother. I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me. It's like they use me to get back at each other."

"Ha!" Allison shouted.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Shut up!" Claire said to Allison.

John looked at me.

"What about the resident writer over here. What about your parents?"

"I'm screwed. My father's dead, my mother hates me."

"I'm sorry," Claire said.

"What about you, Sporto? You get along with your parents?"John asked.

"If I say yes, I'm an idiot, right?"

"You're an idiot anyway."

"You know, Bender. If we weren't in school right now, I'd waste you."

John made an upside down middle finger.

"Do you hear this? You want me to turn it up?"

John flipped it slowly right side up. Burn! Then Brian tried to restrain them. John called Brian a parent's wet dream and a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie.

"Why do you you have to insult everybody!?" Andrew asked.

"I'm being honest, asshole."

"Well, he's got a name. What's your name?"

"Brian," Brian said.

"My condolences," John said.

"What's your name?" Claire asked.

"What's yours?"

"Claire."

"Claire?"

"Claire. It's a family name."

"It's a fat girl's name."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I'm not fat."

My name's Brylee," I blurted out.

I said it so quickly and shyly, I was out of breath once the last word came out. Everyone was looking at me.

"I know, it's a name for an ugly girl who wears ugly sweaters and braces with headgear!"

I tried not to cry, I tried to hold it in. But I managed to calm down.

"I wasn't going to say that, Absher!" John said.

"I think it's a cute name. Brylee." Claire said.

"Thanks," I softly said.

Then, Carl, the janitor came in and saw us.

"Hey, Brian. How you doing?"

"Does your dad work here?" John asked.

I giggled. John smirked at me. Why is John so sexy when he gives that smirk!?

"Carl?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"How does one become a janitor?"

"You wanna be a janitor?"

"No, I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor. Because Andrew here is interested in the custodial arts."

I tried not to laugh. The things this guy says!

"You think I'm some peasant to you? Well, let me tell you something, cleaning up after shitheads like you has taught me a few things. I hear your conversations, I look through your lockers, I'm the eyes and ears of this institution, my friend. And by the way, that clock's twenty minutes fast."

John smirked. Oh I love that smirk!