The Break-Free Club

Oh dear. Oh, this was so bad. Very bad. If there had been anything, anything else at all, that Alaska could have done to Jessica Martins, Kendall wished that she would have done that instead of what she actually did. The shrill screams from the now-pixie-cut blonde were still echoing inside of Kendall's head. Now, mind you, Kendall had tried to stop Alaska - she really did! But was there any reasoning with that girl? Absolutely not! Albeit Kendall's attempts to stop her were mediocre at best. Quiet, hushed pleas and puppy eyes didn't sway Alaska's decision at all. As soon as her best friend took the scissors from the backpack and sparkled deviously, it was game over. Kendall had looked away quickly, not daring to witness this. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. Then, words.

"What the fuck are you do-" they began. But as soon as Jessica realized she was grabbing unattached clumps of hair, she screamed. Loud. So loud that it made Kendall jump five feet from her seat. She trembled under the fiery eyes of Mrs. Dean, who was suddenly storming over to where Alaska sat beside her, snatched the scissors from her hand and shrieked at her friend, ordering her to march straight to the principal's office.

The remainder of the class was spent in misery. Now Kendall sat all alone - sans of headphones and best friend. Great. Jessica went to the counselor because she couldn't stop crying and demanded justice. The rest of the students took turns glancing at Kendall, whispering back and forth about god knows what. It was so agonizing. She wanted to leave.

A couple of hours passed and it was finally the end of the day. As soon as physics class ended, Kendall ran out of the classroom, making a bee line for the room where detentions were usually held. She silently pushed through several students leaving for the day. They all looked at her with expressions of confusion but she paid them no mind. She had to make sure Alaska was okay. She hadn't seen or heard from her. This was unusual. She almost always found a way to contact her even if she was thrown into detention! Kendall had always chastised her for it. However, if Alaska had done it now, she would have let it slide.

Aha! There it was! Kendall's eyes lit up as she stumbled across the door at last. It was shut, but there was a window in the middle of it. Kendall peered inside. The monitor was there, reading something at the poorly assembled desk in the corner, eyes focused on the paper. Thank goodness. Kendall looked around some more. So many people she didn't recognize were in there. That wasn't surprising - Kendall hardly knew anyone at the school, being new and all. Suddenly, her eyes stopped on a familiar blonde head and she paused. Oh, good, she was all right! Alaska was conversing with those around her, but often made glances near the front. If Kendall could just get her attention...

"Lask!" Kendall whispered loudly, waving her hands a bit in the window. Oh how terrible it would be if the monitor looked up. Kendall put her hands down and bit her lip. Then, grabbing a pen from her bag, she put it to the glass and tapped lightly. The monitor was old as dust and likely couldn't hear anything below a car horn. Kendall let the pen tap a third time, watching Alaska in case she happened to look over.