Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron: Legendary Defender oth The Breakfast Club and I will not receive any profit benefits for writing this.

"… And these children

that you spit on

as they try to change their worlds

are immune to your consultations.

They're quite aware

of what they're going through…"

David Bowie

Hunk Garret: "Dear Mr. Iverson: 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, the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7 o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed."

A car approached to a school, isolated as there wasn't any class that day. Inside, a girl was pouting at her father:

"I can't believe you can't get me out of this. It's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday. It's not like I was defective or anything."

"I'll make it up to you. Honey, skipping class to go shopping doesn't make you defective" says her father, trying to make her feel better. "Have a good day."

The girl, tall, pretty and sassy with her long pale blond hair, got out of the car and walked inside as her father drove away.

"Is this the first time or the last time you do this?" asked a women with a clear angry tone on her voice.

"The last" replied his son, a young but big guy, who was feeling extremely guilty by the moment.

"Well, get in there and use the time to your advantage."

"Mom, I'm not supposed to study there, we just have to sit and do nothing."

"Well, you figure out a way to study."

That hit him. And put on him another burden on, one he was sure he will be busted with. So as he got out of the car, his mind rushed in stress.

In another car, one with music playing quite loudly, a man who was clearly on his forties, tan skin and dark brown hair turned to his son.

"Hey! I schooled around, guys schools around, there's nothing wrong with it… but you got caught, bud."

"Mom already got it on me, right?" replied the tall thin teen with a bit of annoyance.

"You wanna miss a competition?" asked now more seriously. "Wanna blow your future?"

"No."

"No college is going to give a scholarship to an indiscipline case."

The guy got out of the car and rushed inside madly.

A guy approached the building careless with his dark long hair messing in the wind, hands on his pants pockets, a jacket way too short, and a state of mind made up. He was messing this shit up.

A little girl, who looked kind of androgyny with a big sweater and cargo shorts, got out of the car and ran to the trunk as her dad opened it from inside. She barely had to crawl herself inside of it to reach a box filled with gadgets and some other stuff. When she was able to take it off, rushed inside the building, and even made a stop to try to wave goodbye back at her dad, but couldn't due to the heavy box.

All the kids went to the school library and started taking seats. Allura picked one in the front, the nearest to the door, as she was expecting to ran away. Lance approached her and gestured as a way of asking if he could sit with her. She nodded back.

Hunk picked a seat in the middle and threw his bag to the next one, just to proceed to worry about if he should take his books out or not, anxiety to the top. The Principal hasn't show up yet and so he decided to wait.

Pidge, as small as she was, made her way to the last set of seats, in order to be able to work in peace; and as soon as she could, placed the box on the floor and began to take of the pieces and her tablet.

Keith just came into the room, staring straight to each one of the other teens. Lance stared back, as fierce as him. Allura looked down at him for a second, just to look away right after, as he wasn't even worthy of her sight. Hunk, nonetheless his size, eyed him fast, as he was scared; nervous at least. Pidge didn't even bother.

A few minutes after the last one of the teens took his seat, a bunk big man entered the room. He was dark skinned, still with his old days' military posture and attitude.

"Well, well, here we are" spoke the man sturdily. "I want to congrat you for being in time."

"Excuse me, sir" said Allura "I think here has been a mistake. I know it's detention but I don't think I belong in here."

The Principal ignored her and proceed to look at the watch on his wrist: "It is now 7:06. You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about why you are here. And you can't talk. You can't move and you can't sleep" explained emphasizing the last part as he looked down at Keith. "Today we are going to try something new. You're going to write an essay, no less than a thousand words, describing who you think you are."

"Is this a test?" asked Hunk, just to be as ignored as Allura was before.

"And when I say essay, I mean essay, not a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mr. Kogane?" Iverson looked dead at the alluded, who already had his feet over the table and stopped looking away to watch deep into the Principal eyes with all intentions of showing irreverence.

"Chrystal."

"Well, maybe you'll get to learn one or two things about yourselves. Maybe get to decide whether or not to return."

"I can answer that right now, sir" hurried to response Hunk, raising his hand and standing up. "I'll say no becau…"

"Sit down, Garrett."

"Yes, sir."

"My office is right across that hall. I suggest you don't mock around. Questions?"

All the kids nodded in denial. All the kids except Keith.

"I have a question. Does Captain Crunch know that you raid his wardrobe?"

"I'll reply that question, Mr. Kogane, next Saturday. Don't play with the bull, young man, you'll get the horns."

The man walked away without losing his temper. As soon as everyone in the library was sure he reached his office, they relaxed. Then, a diversity of metal sounds blasted the room and so everyone turned slowly to the bac, wherever they came from.

It was Pidge, pulling things out of her box again; but when she felt the stares, stopped and looked at all the others.

"What?"

Iverson leaded to a side to take a look at the library without standing up and barely everybody's spine tightened up.

As soon as he looked back to the papers on his desk, Hunk started to mumble to himself, maybe due to the anxiety, maybe due to the stress. He could felt his temperature rising, and so, decided to take off his jacket.

In the exact wrong moment.

The exact moment Keith was also taking off his, making him panic for a second, afraid of the scary guy misunderstanding the gesture as an insult, so he put his jacket back on.

Keith wouldn't tell, but deep, he hated when people did things like that. He then looked to the people in front of him. Preppy guys. The fancy clique. And as their kind always do, they were trying to ignore him.

"SHIT!"

Everyone turned to Keith.

"What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss, huh?"

Allura couldn't help (and neither tried) to make a disgusted face.

"Please!" she exclaimed.

"If you gotta go, you gotta go"

"You're not peeing here, man!" exclaimed Lance, turning around to face Keith, exactly as he wanted.

"Don't talk, don't talk, it'll come out again."

"Pull it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor"

'And that's how you annoy an asshole' thought Keith in victory, but not satisfied with that, he kept pushing, mostly because this was gold and would not let it pass.

"Oh GOD, you're pretty sexy when you look that angry." Lance blushed, but anyway managed to turn around faking the most extreme annoyance. But for Keith it still wasn't enough. "Hey, big guy, go close the door, we'll get the prom queen on pregnancy."

Allura turned around, way beyond offended, mad as hell. Also did Lance, barely standing up in order to defend the girl on his side.

"Hey! HEY! If you lose my temper you're totally over."

"Totally?" asked Keith, tempting.

"Totally."

"Why don't you shut up?" questioned Allura, finally. "Nobody here is interested"

"Buttface" added Lance, turning to sit again.

"Hey, what did you do to be here? Forget to wash your swimsuit?"

"… Guys" said quitly Hunk, gathering bravery to speak, but in order to keep the peace. "I really think we should write the papers."

"The fact you live here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off!" shouted Lance, ignoring completely at what Hunk said, because that mullet asshole was taking him off his nerves.

"It's a free country" stated Keith carelessly.

The only girl who seem to bother about what was going on, because honestly that was true, felt like if she was in middle of crossfire.

"He's just trying to make you mad. Just ignore him." said Allura to Lance, trying to avoid looking at the guy behind her…

"Sweet"… and failing miserably at the moment he spoke, "you couldn't ignore me if you tried". Keith made a pause, as if thinking in something more to annoy the two of them, until the obvious hit him. "So, are you guys like boyfriend and girlfriend? Study dates? Love birds? C'mon sporto, be honest with me, did you split the hot beef injection?"

"GO TO HELL!" screamed Allura, at the same time Lance went with:

"ENOUGH!"

Keith felt victorious as Iverson felt the noise and yelled from afar:

"What's going on there?"

No replies.

"What do you say if we close that door?" Rhetorically asked Keith, "so Iverson can't keep the eye on us every few seconds.

"All doors are supposed to stay open." spoke Hunk.

"So what?"

"So what if you just shut up? There's four of us here, y'know" replied Lance.

"So you can count. I didn't know you can, being a sporto."

"How are you judging anyone?" firmly questioned Lance. "You know, Kogane, you don't even count. If you disappear today, it won't make a difference. If, I don't know, we let our imaginations fly and a giant lion take us all over to space, it would be the same as if you didn't even exist."

That, that was plain mean. It hurt Keith, not like he was showing it, but it did.

Lance couldn't believe what he just said. Kogane was being an asshole, that's true, but that didn't give him the right to be so fucking nasty with somebody. He thought about taking it back, or saying something to minimize the damage, but anything like that could be taken as weakness, and he wasn't about to seem weak to Kogane, no way.

And then Keith kept pushing, trying to hide the wound.

"Well, I guess I have to join the Swimming Team or the Student Council too."

Allura and Lance laughed.

"Nah, they wouldn't take you" said Lance, joking.

"I'm hurt."

"I know why you mock on everything" said Allura, making her best to sound as clever as she could. "Because you're afraid."

"Oh God, you're so smart, that's exactly why I'm not in any activity."

"You're a big coward" added, as swaging her long hair.

"I'm on the Math Club" said quietly Hunk, trying to be a part of the little and strange conversation he was witnessing. But Allura ignored him and continued:

"You're afraid that if they won't take you, you wouldn't belong."

"Well, maybe, it'll have something to do with your activities' people being assholes" answered Keith.

"You would know. You don't even know us."

"Well, I don't know a fucking leper but I wouldn't join them either."
Hey, watch your mouth, would ya?" intervened Lance.

"… and the Physics Club too" added Hunk, not any louder that any of what he had said before, with no hopes of being heard anymore, just for the sake of it.

"Wait a sec" said Keith, raising a hand to the teens in front of him and then turned to Hunk. "What are you mumbling about?"

"What I said is that I'm on the Math Club, the Mechanics Club and the Physics Club."

"Hey, cherry" said Keith referring to Allura, "do you belong in the Physics Club?"

"That's an academic club."

"So?"

"Academic clubs aren't the same as other kind of clubs."

"Ah, but the dorks like him, they are… what do you guys do on your clubs?" asked Keith looking to Hunk, who went nervous.

"On Physics we talk about physics, properties of physics…"

"So it's social! Demented and sad but social, right?"

"I guess we can consider it a social situation" coincided Hunk. "I mean, there are other kids on the Club."

And so, he started explaining about their ending year dress up party tradition when Pidge let go of her gadgets to look at them. Also, even though the situation was calmer now, and maybe it was what gave him the chance to think, Lance spoke.

"Guys, if you keep talking Iverson is going to go back in here and I'm not about to lose the next competition for you, boneheads."

"And that would be so terrible, huh?" mocked Keith.

"You wouldn't know about it, faggot, you didn't compete in your whole life."

"I know. I feel empty inside because of that. I have such a deep admiration for guys who hang around in underwear with other guys."

Everyone laughed. Even Pidge. Even Allura.

Iverson left his office, and when he was at some proper distance, Keith stood up and headed to the door.

"What are you gonna do?" asked Allura.

"Drop dead, I hope." said Lance.

Keith approached to the door and apparently took something out of the iron works.

"That's school's property, you know" commented Hunk.

"Put that back!" shouted Lance as they could hear from afar Iverson coming back. "Fix that, Kogane!"

"Nope. I know what I'm doing."

"Fix the door!" shouted again.

"Shut up" yells Keith, sitting back on his chair just a second before Iverson entered the room.

"Goddamit! Why was the door closed?"

"Why are we supposed to know? We're not supposed to move, right?" said Keith, faking innocence.

"Why?!"

"We're just sitting here, as you told us" added Allura, surprisingly running along with Keith.

"Who closed that door?" asked for the third time the Principal, this one specifically at Hunk.

"I think a screw fell out of it" said Keith, dragging the tension to him again.

"It closed itself, sir."

This time, it was Lance the one who spoke. With that panorama, Iverson directed to the only one who hadn't speak yet: Katie Holt.

"Tell me, girl!"

"She's not a girl, sir." said Keith, loud and firmly, not meaning to insult but the opposite: support.

"Give me the screw" ordered Iverson.

"I don't have it, sir. Screws fall, it's an imperfect world."

"Excuse me, sir, but who would ever wanna steal a screw?"

"Watch it, young lady!" contested the man to Allura, who had just spoken. "You're not fooling anyone, Kogane. You should be trying to invest yourself a little and stop trying to impress people. For all, I'll be right outside those doors, the next time I have to come in, I'll be cracking skulls.

Loyal to his military ways, the old man turned his straight back and left the room, with dignity and rightness on every step.

The second the door closed, a scream could be heard.

"FUCK YOU!"

It was Kogane.

N/A - Clarifications:

Hi everyone! I hope you like this parody, I could help but do it because it was simply delicious and the characters fitted oh so well. I mean, Keith and Lance "rivalry", Allura being a queen bee/high school princess, Keith being an indiscipline case, Hunk always defending the peace and Pidge giving shit.

I know Keith may be a little OoC, but minding about in this timeline he didn't have Shiro to help him out when he was a kid, there's the possibility of him growing out biting before being bitten. Anyway, there are some scenes I just avoided adding, and others which are highly changed in order to keep his personality the most it is possibly.

The movie character I changed the most was Allison/the basket case, in order to made it adequate to Pidge.

I may say I just love the relationship/sexual tension between Lance and Keith here, even though it's too early to make ships (nonetheless, if you watched the movie, you already know).

Please, let me know what you think in the reviews. Thank you for reading!