Hotboxing Hell

by MarcelletteHappens

At 7:02 am that was all true. that they were just names that I didn't care to learn with stereotypes that I believed. But that was at 7:02 am. Now, that's different. They are people that I know better than myself. People who I would die if I never got to see again. at 7:02 am I wanted to die and go to Heaven, but now, i'm so glad I hot boxed in Hell.

1. Prolouge

Authors Note: This is not a slash fic even though the two characters in the summary are John B. and Andrew C. they are just the more prominent characters in this story. Basically I watched The Breakfast Club for the millionth time and fell in love with it even more and decided to write a story. please read and review. This is a story I would like to update daily if not then most positively weekly. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you like it.

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Prologue

Saturday, March 24, 1984

Shermer High School,

Shermer, Illinois, 60062

Dear Mr. Vernon,

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. What do you care?

You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions: A brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a princess, a rebel, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning.

We were brainwashed.