A/N- I was watching this movie today and it striked an idea of mine. I love this movie and iCarly so why not combine it?
Disclaimer- I don't own iCarly or The Breakfast Club.
Polar opposites. That's what all five of them were. They never met each other, though they have all been at this hell-whole of a school for four years. It's kinda funny how the popular, jock, trouble-maker, geek, and outcast all are in the same place at the same time. Though they think they have nothing in common, without them knowing, they're more a like then they know.
All they think right now is how they're all in detention on a Saturday morning.
"Well, well. Here we are. I want to congratulate you all for being on time." Principle Franklin who was dressed in a disturbing gray suite walked in the library. Carly Shay, the popular, took off her brown leather glove and raised her hand a bit, "Excuse me, sir. I think there's been a mistake. I know we're in detention but I don't think I belong here."
Ignoring the girl, Franklin carried on with his speech, "It is now 7:06. You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about WHY you are here - to ponder the error of your ways. You will not talk... you will not move... from these seats" Franklin stopped and looked at Sam Puckett who was on two legs of the chair with her legs on the other so she's in a laying position.
"And YOU... will not sleep," He said while pulling the chair out from under her legs.
"All right people," The principle carried on, "We're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write"
He handed out pieces of paper, "An essay, of not less than a thousand words, describing to me who you think you are. And when I say 'ESSAY'," He pulled down Sam's converse off the table,
"I mean 'ESSAY', NOT one word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Miss Puckett?"
The blonde blue eyed smirked, "Crystal."
. "Good." Franklin went on, "Maybe, you might learn a thing or two about yourself. You might even decide whether or not you'd care to return."
Freddie Benson, the geek one though people wouldn't think he was by how much muscles he had but kind of ruined that vibe when he talked, stood up a little,
"Excuse me sir, I can answer that right now. That'd be no." Sam rolled her eyes and groaned a little but Franklin ignored it, "Sit down, Benson." Freddie quickly sat back down in his chair, "Thank you, sir."
"My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?"
"Yeah, I have a question." Sam glared, "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?" Brad, the jock, laughed a little under his breath while Carly just rolled her eyes. But Franklin didn't back down one bit,
"You'll get the answer to that question, Miss Puckett, next Saturday."
Sam broke her pencil in half like it was nothing glaring. "Don't mess with the bull, young lady, or you'll get the horns." And with that Franklin walked out the library doors.
"That man," Sam pointed at the doors where the principle left to, "Is a brownie hound."
Everyone was just quiet not making a word.
Nic… nic… nic…
Everyone looked back at Gibby who was biting at his nails. He looked up to see everyone looking at him with wide eyes, though he just kept doing it.
"Keep eating your hand you won't be hungry for lunch." Sam said sarcastically. Gibby spit a nail at her for a response. But they soon went quiet when they saw Principle Franklin go back on his chair a look at them.
Yup, this is gonna be a long Saturday.