So, this is that much dreaded creature: a writer's first fic. You could call it my "test run" to see if I'm any good at this fanfiction business. So I want you all to REVIEW! Constructive criticism, flames, any kind of comment at all, so I know I'm allowed to continue this. Two more chapters to follow.

All standard disclaimers apply. And without further ado:

I don't believe this. I canNOT fucking believe this.

I have Saturday detention. I, Claire Standish, the queen of the Shermer High student body and the top of the hierarchy in general, have Saturday DETENTION.

The home of the freaks and the geeks, and the criminals.

Oh my god, this isn't happening to me. I have to get out of this car and walk into the school. On a Saturday. This isn't right. School is for the weekdays. Not weekends. Not when I could be hanging out at the mall, checking out cute skirts and cute guys with my girls. I swear, I saw the perfect pair of heels in Ralph Lauren the other day, perfect for my prom dress, perfect for the princess…

Oh yeah. The other day. The day I got caught ditching class to go shopping. I mean, come on, it's not that big of a deal. It's not like I was ditching class to sell drugs or vandalize cars or something…criminal. Not like those punks that always hang around the back entrance or under the bleachers in the football field. I don't deserve this. I don't belong here. Everyone knows Vernon is a tyrant but he never touched me or my friends. We're above that. We're the town royalty, you shouldn't…can't…punish royalty. Hell, my mother has makes more money than he does and she doesn't even work. God!

Great, I have to get out of the car now. At least my dad is on a "spoil Claire" streak, probably to get back at Mom for that spat they had last night, which was probably about me. Then again, it could just as well be about her going to one too many parties, or about his young and beautiful secretary. I don't know, I don't care, I just want OUT of here.

...is that Andrew Clark? What's he doing in detention? He moves in mostly the same circles I do, being the catch du jour of the Shermer High female population and a great athlete to boot. Which means I'm going to have to show up in detention IN FRONT OF HIM and utterly humiliate myself. At least the freaks and criminals wouldn't tell, and nobody would believe them anyway, but to reveal that I'm being punished like a...a...commoner, to Andrew CLARK? I can see my steep fall from grace already.

Shit, today is going to be a long day.