𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛™️ [✓]

fourtteen

"hi, you wanna talk?"

"no!"

"why not?"

"go away." the girl sniffles.

"where do you want me to go?"

"GO away!" allison makes her words known.

andrew turns away and allison starts to cry. "you have problems." she speaks up, because she wants him to stay.

"oh, i have problems?" andrew slightly snaps.

"you do everything everybody ever tells you to do, that is a problem!"

"okay, fine—but i didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite people into my problems... did i?" andrew turns on his heal to face her again. "so what's wrong? what is it? is it bad? real bad? parents?"

allison is still silently crying. "yeah."

andrew nods. "what do they do to you?"

"they ignore me."

"yeah."

they both start silently crying.

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vernon and carl continue to talk in the basement. "what did you want to be when you were young?" asks vernon.

"when i was a kid, i wanted to be john lennon."

"carl don't be a goof! i'm trying to make a serious point here. i've been teaching for twenty two years, and each year, these kids get more and more arrogant."

carl swats his hand. "bull shit, man. come on vern, the kids haven't changed, you have!"

vernon lets those words sink in.

"you took a teaching position, 'cause you thought it'd be fun, right? thought you could have summer vacations off...and then you found out it was actually work—and that really bummed you out." carl explains.

"these kids turned on me! they think i'm a big fuckin' joke."

"come on...listen vern, if you were 16, what would you think of you?"

"hey, carl, you think i give one rat's ass what these kids think of me?"

"yes i do."

"you think about this—when you get old, these kids," vernon looks down. "they're gonna be runnin' the country."

"yeah?"

"now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. that when i get older, these kids are gonna take care of me."

"i wouldn't count on it!" a chuckle slips past carl's lips.

vernon ponders that statement for a moment.

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the five teenagers are now sitting in a circle, talking, on the floor.

"what would i do for a million bucks?" andrew points to himself. "i guess i'd do as little as i had to."

"that's boring." claire rolls her eyes.

"well, how am i s'posed to answer?"

"the idea is to search your mind for the absolute limit. like... would you drive to school naked?" she responds.

andrew laughs. "um, would i have to get out of the car?"

"of course."

"in the spring, or winter?"