THE BREAKFAST CLUB

As reimagined with Stranger Things' characters

"Saturday, March 24, 1984.

Hawkins Middle School, Hawkins, Indiana.

Dear Mr. Clarke,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong, what we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a zombie-boy, a brain, a clown, a basket case, a black kid and a weirdo. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning.

We were brainwashed..."


- Is this the first time or the last time we do this? - Mrs. Wheeler asked, angrily, as her son, Michael, opened the car's door.

- Last... - Mike answered, clearly upset.

- Well, get in there and use the time in advantage.

- Mom, we're not supposed to study... We just have to sit there and do, you know, nothing.

- Well, Mister Know-It-All, you figure out a way to study - she replied, frowning.

Good. His only failure in school led him to this... If only he had took the right gun...


- Well, I screwed around in school... Guys like us screw around, right? There's nothing wrong with that, except you got caught, son - Mr. Sinclair said, almost in a solemnly way.

- Yeah, I know, because I'm black - Lucas muttured - Mom already reemed me, alright?

- Look, son - Mr. Sinclair continued his speech - You wanna miss your oportunities? You wanna blow your ride? No school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case, specially... - he missed the words.

"Specially if you're a black boy in Indiana", Lucas tought, leaving the car.


- Don't tell mom and dad, please - Maxine begged as her brother started the car - Please, Billy, you know what they'll do...

Billy didn't said a word. He just left Max, tears running down her face.


- Honey, please, don't worry - Joyce Byers asked kindly to William, her son - I've been through this... Also, your brother Jonathan spent lots of Middle School days in detention. There's nothing to be ashamed of, son.

- Thanks, mom - Will whispered. He didn't want to be there, it was not his type to get in trouble. But there he was, only because Dustin couldn't keep his big mouth shut...

- Love you, sweetie - Joyce waved good-bye, leaving poor William by himself in front of Hawkins Middle School.


- Mom, I'm fine - Dustin Henderson laughed - I know I need to be here.

- Yeah, sweetie - Mrs. Henderson agreed, smiling - You need to face the consequences of making jokes with teaches...

- At least I made them laugh, mom - he returned the smile, picking his bagpack.


Crossing the street, a small figure appeared, walking slowly. It was a girl. Curly hair, black clothes. Nobody was around when she muttered "I'm sorry, Jim... Daddy" and opened the school's door using no hands, just her mind.


Note: Hello! The Breakfast Club is one of my all-time favorite movies. I just needed to write a crossover with Stranger Things' kids. I've addapted the movie's script (originally, there's 5 teens) to fit the series world.

Hope you like this, I'll be back with the first chapter soon!

Also, I'm sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. English is not my first language, but I swear I'm trying to write it perfectly!

xoxo