The X-Breakfast Club

Disclaimer:

I do not own any of these characters…they are the property of Marvel, and "The Breakfast Club" belongs to the late John Hughes and Universal…I am just taking them out to the park to play with them, and hopefully return them with little damage (and mental scarring). NOT making any money…just a bored grad student looking for amusement.

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Description:

My take on members of the X-Men before they joined the team…they are teenagers in a high school, dealing with social pressure, being mutants, growing up…and just stuff. This story was inspired by a picture I stumbled upon while scrolling through the internet…I wish I knew who the artist is so I could bow at their feet.

Author's Note:

X-Men AU…As this story has a firm basis on "The Breakfast Club" the characters are mirrored as such:

Claire Standish: Jean Grey (The Princess)

John Bender: Logan (The Criminal)

Andrew Clark: Scott Summers (The Athlete)

Allison Reynolds: Marie Darkhome (The Basketcase)

Brian Johnson: Kurt Wagner (The Brain)

Richard Vernon: Erik Lehnsherr (The Principal)

Carl Reed: Hank McCoy (The Janitor)

This fanfiction will follow a similar storyline as "The Breakfast Club"…but tailored to fit the, uh, unique characters. Enjoy! (Please, read and review…I have never written anything like this before, so any critiques are helpful)

Xavier High School – Westchester, New York

Chapter One

"Rebel children, I urge you, fight the turgid slick of conformity with which they seek to smother your glory!" – Russell Brand

Saturday March 30, 2013. Xavier High School, Westchester, New York, 10504.

Dear Mr. Lehnsherr,

As students, we have realised that we had to give up our freedom to spend a Saturday at school as punishment for our individual infractions that we committed. The question that remains is just how do you get off asking us who we are? Why does it matter? Would any answer we provide change your perception of us? When you look at us with the disgust shining in your eyes, all you see are the labels society has placed on us…a princess…an athlete…a criminal…a brain…and a basket case.

You see…this morning when we all walked through that front door that was all we saw as well…

We were brainwashed.

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"Why do have I have to do this again?" Jean Grey wailed as she slumped against the leather seat of her father's Lotus Elise. "You promised me that you could get me out of this!"

"Honey, you skipped school to go shopping, and this is the price that you have to pay for that. Don't worry, it is only for a day and will be over before you realise it." Her father calmly answered.

"But Daddy, only losers go to Saturday school!" She snapped, tossing her fiery red hair over her shoulder.

"Sweetie, like I said, it is only for a day. Just because you are attending, it does not make you a loser." He responded, while leaning over to kiss her forehead. Rolling her eyes, Jean opened the door with her telekinesis, climbed out of the car, and smoothed the silk material of her skirt. Focusing, she lifted the Louis Vuitton bag her father was offering with her mind, and tucked the handles into the curve of her arm.

"I love you, sweetie." He said, as she shut the door.

"Whatever." she mumbled as she began the ascent up the stairs into the brick building of the school.

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As the Lotus pulled off, a Chrysler Town and Country van took its place. Inside, a fully chastised Kurt Wagner sighed as his mother continued her lecture about his poor decisions, as his sister looked smugly on.

"Vell?" she snapped.

"Vat?" he answered, confused.

"Are you going to at least put your time to good use while you are in there? Finals are coming up." As she glared at Kurt, he looked over to see his sister giving him the exact same look, albeit a miniature version. As he ran his blue hands over his furry face, he sighed.

"Mother, I vill try to study, but I believe that all you are supposed to do is sit and be quiet in there."

"Vell, since you figured out a way to get in there, you sure as hell can figure out a vay to study!" she retorted.

"Yes, Mother." Looking back at the twin blue faces of disgust, Kurt pulled open the sliding door of the van, grabbed his backpack, and stepped out into the cool morning.

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One car over, a green Jeep Ranger sat with an older man and a teen boy with red glasses.

"Hey, it's cool. Yer in high school and yer top shit. It's natural that yer gonna fuck around, I get that. The problem is that ya got sloppy and ended up getting yer ass caught."

Raking his hands through his brown hair, Scott Summers grumbled, "Yeah, I know. Mom already raised hell with me about it."

"Yeah, well ya know you gotta be careful. It's bad enough we gotta deal with the shit about your eyes, colleges will not exactly be lining up to throw scholarships yer way if ya keep fuckin' up." The older man responded, looking pissed.

Touching the ruby glasses that covered his eyes, Scott bit back a response and grabbed his blue letterman's jacket, along with a trash bag, from the backseat. "Fine." He curtly responded and slammed the door.

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Across the parking lot, a dark haired guy stalked toward the school. Taking a final drag from his cigarette, he flicked it away as an old model Buick slammed to a stop, only inches away from hitting him. Taking no notice, the teen known as Logan ripped his sunglasses from his face and stormed up the stairs to the school.

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Emerging from the back of the Buick, a girl with dark brown hair with a shock of white through it blinked at the bright morning. Struggling with a giant messenger bag, Marie Darkhome shut the car door and leaned in to the front window. Without warning, the car sped off, leaving Marie staring off after it. Shrouded in a long green skirt, shaggy hooded sweater, and elbow length gloves, she threw her bag over her shoulder and headed toward the brick building.