So, I realize how short this is, but its honestly only a test to see how this might work out. The Breakfast Club is my favorite movie ever and I got this idea in my head to write it Faberry/ a little bit of Brittana style. I'm going to keep working on my other story, so don't worry if you follow that one. Should I continue this or not? Reviews? Oh, and any ideas for a title/group name? I'm not happy with it right now.
I do not own The Breakfast Club, or Glee (but I wish I did)
"Saturday, March 24, 2012.
McKinley High School, Lima, OH, 45805"
A clock ticks in the deserted hallways of McKinley High, its noise amplified by the stark silence surrounding it. The minute hand inches towards the very top of the clock, the hour getting closer and closer to 7 am.
"Dear Coach Sylvester,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are."
The cafeteria is empty, devoid of the cacophony of sounds from the rowdy students. On one of the tables is a crude drawing of one of the lunch ladies, etched deep into the plastic so the janitors can't erase it.
There's a bulletin board on a wall, with no eyes to see it at this hour on a weekend. At least not yet. A signup sheet for the Glee Club hangs in the center, the words "GLEE SUX" scrawled over the entire page. Next to the board is a trophy case, filled to the brim with medals with pompoms on them and trophies with tiny cheerleaders in various poses perched on the top.
Further down the hallway, there's large hole in one locker, as if brutally bashed in by something. Near the ruined locker, a school newspaper lies forgotten on the ground, its headline reading "CHEERIOS SCANDAL" in bold letters.
"What do you care? You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a wallflower, and a Cheerio, and an oddball, a diva, and a Skank."
A picture of a curly-haired man with a nice smile is underneath the title "Teacher of the Year" on a small plaque.
"Correct. That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed."
A small, silver car pulls up outside the front of the school. A small, brunette girl sits on the inside with an older man with glasses.
"I can not believe you couldn't get me out of this. It is absolutely ridiculous that I'm here on a Saturday. I have homework! And quite the busy schedule! I don't have time for this! It's not like I'm a delinquent," the girl pouts, staring at her father with her arms crossed over her chest.
"You're daddy and I will make it up to you, sweetheart. Maybe a trip to New York, next weekend?" her father answers, patting her on the head. She rolls her eyes. That seems to be their solution to everything these days. She grabbs her bag and her lunch (vegan, of course) and opens the door. "Have a good day," her dad calls out as she makes her way to the doors of the school.
Another brunette pulls up to the curb, this time a few years younger and with a large women sitting to her left.
"Be good," the woman says, her eyes focused on the girl. The girl inhales deeply and exhales out of her mouth slowly, trying to release her nerves.
"I will, mom," she replies, giving her mother a smile. The woman doesn't look so convinced.
"I'm worried about you, sweetie," she tries, but she sees her daughter shut down. Her smile becomes strained, and her reply is succinct and forced.
"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." With those words the girl quickly exits the vehicle and rushes through the doors of McKinley.
A girl with dark brown, almost black hair, a stark contrast to the bright colors of her letterman jacket, sits in another car with her mouth set in a thin line. A woman, who looks just like her, only older, stares at her sternly.
"No quiero que esto se repita. Tu padre y yo no queremos que nuestro hija en problemas," she warns.
"Si, mamÃ. Entiendo," the girl replies, her eyes never straying from windshield in front of her.
"Mija...," the woman begins, but the dark-haired girl has already gotten out of the car and is storming into the building.
A girl with her choppy hair dyed pink saunters through the parking lot, almost getting run over by a minivan pulling up. She doesn't even flinch at it, or the loud noises coming from inside, and steps into the school.
A tall, blonde girl gets out of the car and turns to say goodbye to her mother, who is busy laughing at something her little sister is saying. The older woman waves absently before driving off speedily, leaving tire marks on the concrete. The blonde grins at her mother's antics before bouncing through the doors.