Disclaimer : I do not own the Breakfast Club, John Huges does (may he rest in peace), nor do I own the song Don't Forget About Me sung by Simple Minds, nor the song Cassie by Flyleaf and Emily by From First to Last. However this plot is mine as is the idea for my character whom is supposed to look like Heather Locklear in the 1980s. If anyone wishes to use my character then you may do so, just tell me you plan to.
Author's Note : I welcome flames because it tells me if I suck or not. I began this fic on November 8th, 2009 and finished (finally) March 20th, 2010 at least six months later so the way the fic sounds may shift a bit after a few chapters. This is the only place I will put a disclaimer or an authors note so don't report me for supposedly placing one in the middle of my fic (because I hate it when people do that). Thank you for possibly reading this rant and I hope you enjoy.
My single request is that I get one review I don't care what it says, but I'd like one review for each chapter. Please and thank you!
Editor's Note : Wow, I have to say that I've never seen so many ridiculous spelling mistakes. My favorite, and the most occuring would be "seamed (supposed to be seemed)" and "feat (feet)". By the way, this is twi-dwagon, and if I miss any errors, I'm sorry. Enjoy. .
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Saturday, March 24, 1984
Shermer High School
Shermer Illinois, 60062
Dear Mr Vernon,
We except the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think your crazy making us write an essay telling us who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms and most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a play-thing, a princess, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.