Starting with the title, one cliche after another. There's Monday's affluent, status conscious parents who slight her for their own social life and for her older brother Johnny. There's boorish long haired Johnny, expelled from private school on a dope charge, rude to Monday but intermittently concerned for her. There's macho Mano from Spain, well on the way to be Monday's first love until Johnny tells him she's only fourteen and warns him away. There's good friend Ann Lisa who urges Monday to tell on Johnny and whose doctor father does at last, with Monday's help, turn the whole high school drug gang over to the police. And then there is Monday herself, taping an edited version of her story for Dr. Muriel Aarons, the ""investigative officer"" assigned to her family's case. Monday herself--""the real Monday""--realizes according to the latest troubled kid formula that her parents aren't going to change much but she's part of the family, like it or not, and, more significantly but just as superficially, that her motives in turning Johnny in weren't entirely pure. It won't stand up, however enlightened her lesson.