Bender POV

As I walked into detention Saturday, I passed Vernon in the hall drinking from the drinking fountain. I tapped his shoulder, "Dick, tell your wife I said thanks!"

"Bender!!" Richard shouted after me. I scurried into the library seeing the door still shut from my antics last Saturday. I knew this would not be as memorable as last. I sat in my usual chair and propped my feet up on the desk in front of me. I heard the door open and in walked Allison. She gave a small smile and sat down in the seat next to mine.

"Hey."

"Howdy."

A kid I hadn't seen before walked in he was wearing baggy pants and a baggy shirt a and had a bandana wrapped around his head. The bell rand and Vernon walked in, "Hello children, today we're going to try something new, you are all required to draw a picture of your best childhood memory, normally I would keep this door open however during last Saturdays detention some little punk decided to vandalize the hinges on the door, so I expect you to be silent."

"Aye, Aye Cap'n Crunch." I said saluting Dick. He left the room without responding this surprised me.

"Why do you keep provoking him?" Allison whispered.

"Because its fun." Several minutes later me and her became involved in a rousing game of tic-tac-toe. All the sudden Allison burst out with,

"You don't have a middle name and your five feet eleven inches tall, you weigh one hundred and sixty pounds, your birth date is June 17, 1967, your social security number is 344-76-0987 and your eyes are brown."

"What the fuck how do you know that."

"I stole your wallet she said with a smirk." I was truly impressed she was an expert pick pocket if I did not even feel her take it.

"Well Allison, well done, bravo," I said slowly clapping my hands, "I must say you have impressed me."

"You haven't seen anything yet ,"she said with a smug look on her face, "look at all this other crap I've stolen." She said looking proud as she dumped her purse on the table. Inside were four drivers licenses, seven lighters, a knife, a wrestling patch, a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, a pair of underwear, tampons, socks, a pipe, an eighth of weed, two wallets, and 3 little baggies of powder. Is that what I think it is?

"You stole all that stuff?"

"No just the lighters, the wallets, the licenses, and the knife."

"Speaking of which why do you have my knife?"

"When you threatened Andy you stabbed the table with your knife and I took it from the table."

I picked up a two of the little baggies and held them in my hand, "And these?" I said with a smirk on my face, "Is somebody a budding saleswoman, or another one of many of America's youth with a serious problem?"

Her eyes got wide, "Put that down shhhh," she held a finger to her lips, "Shit, I forgot I bought that from my mother." Across the room we heard a lighter click as baggy clothes kid lit up a cigarette.

"You do coke?" I asked.

"Every once in a while, yes, have you ever done it."

"Yes a few times." I replied "Why'd you get it this time?"

"On Monday I was worried I wouldn't be able to make it through the day without a little pick-me-up."

"Did it help?"

"Well, um, no I sort of forgot about it." She looked mildly embarrassed.

"What are you gonna do with it?"

"Well now that you mention it I suppose I'll use one bag myself and then sell the other two , hell I mean I stole two of them and got the first for dirt cheap might as well make some money," All the sudden she looked at me kind of weird, "Why are you all the sudden so chatty?"

I mentally slapped my self for being such a dork. "No reason."

"Do want to do a little with me?"

"Sure." She started packing her bag back up and walked off towards the rows of book shelves, I assumed she meant for me to follow her she led me to a small table behind the rows of book shelves. We sat down at the table and I watched carefully open the little baggie and carefully dump some on the table, then use one of the drivers licenses to form four good sized lines. She rolled up a dollar bill and 

did quickly did the first line up one nostril then the second line up the other she quickly swiped the table with her finger and stuck her finger in her mouth.

"Do it pretty quick," she whispered, "I don't want anyone to catch us." She handed me the rolled up bill, and I quickly repeated the same process she just did and just as I lifted my head back up the second time and started to swipe the table I see baggy clothes kid making his way over to us just before he reached us he dropped his cigarette on the carpet and smashed it out with his foot.

"What the fuck are you doing back here?" I asked. He chose to completely ignore me and instead held out his hand to Allison, and stuck out his hand.

"Hi I'm Freddie, are you selling?" She placed her hand in his and shook his hand.

"As a matter of fact I am, my names Allison, Sorry if this is rude but are you knew here?"

"Yeah actually I just transferred from Chicago."

"Okay yeah so I guess I can sell you a gram for forty."

"Excellent!" He said taking out his wallet and then he handed her his money. She picked up a baggie and handed it to him.

"Sweet thanks." He said as he turned to head back to his desk.

"Well, well, well Allison it seems I underestimated you again, you seem to know what your doing." She gave a sad little smile.

"When I was younger Rob used to take me with him when he sold."She said. She hand me back my knife and quietly got up grabbed a book and headed back to a desk.