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. You see us as a Brain, an Athlete, a Basket case, a Princess, a Freak, and a Criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven O'clock this morning.

We were brainwashed.

{BARLINE!}

Roxy Monroe sat in her Grandmothers SUV as she talked. Well, more like yelled. " Now I have had it up to here with you! Do you hear me Roxanne? This is the last time we do this, and if we do it again I'm grounding you from the TV and your Casette player for a month. Do I make my self clear?" She yelled angrily. Roxy nodded stiffly before opening the door and waiting for her grandmother to get around and grab her wheelchair from the back. Roxy was born without legs, so this has become a routine for them. As the wheelcair sat ready in front of her, she snatched up her bag and basically fell into the seat, gripping the wheels in her own gloved hands, it was quite cold today. She thanked her Grandmother, whom she calls Nanny, and made her way inside through the ramp beside the large stairs. She rolled through the halls, finding her way to the library with ease. She opend the door to find 5 unlikely people in the room, already seated. Claire Standish and Andrew Clark sat at the front left table, with John Bender behind them, and a vacent seat behind him. On the other side the first table was open, with Brian Johnson behind it, and Allison Sharp behind him. She quickly went in, wheeling herself to the back at the vacent table and moving the middle chair behind her she rest her wheelchair under the table top. Well this'll be a fun experience. She thought to herself.

Roxy was a thin, short girl with short, mud brown hair curled around her face innocently, and large, cinnimon doe eyes that seemed to see the wonder in everything. She had slightly pale skin, and such little curves some mistake her for a boy when she puts her hair under her grey and black knit hat with the tassles, like today. Her legs are simple nubs ending almost when they began, and her wheelchain was black with silver wheels and a blue back-board. Today she wore a long-sleeved, orange sweater with a very, very, very long grey scarf wound half-way up her face, a large, fluffy blue coat, and black, to-small gloves with a wool lining. She also had a pair of black shorts on with a special nub-sock her grandmother made her from wool that acted like really short tights. A simple leather purse full of things to entertain her decorated her back handle.

Roxy was so tired, she barely noticed Mr. Vernon come waltsing in like he owned the place. Well, he kind of did, but that was beside the point. "Well, well, well, here we all are. I would like to congradulate you all for being on time." Ugh, his voice was so annoying! Claire raised her hand, not waiting for him to respond. "Um, sir. I know this is detention, but I don't think I belong in here." she stated like she was in a padded cell. He ignored her, staring at his watch. "It is now 7:06, you have exactly eight hours and fifty four minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways." as he said this, Bender, who was sitting in front of Roxie, spat a wad of spit in the air and caught it in his mouth. Roxie giminced as the Princess turned around in disgust. "You will not talk." he stated pointedly at Claire's open mouth. "You will not move from these seats." he then stared at Brian, who was in the middle of switching seats. He took a moment to register this, before planting his rear back in it's original spot. "And you," he pulled a chair out from Bender's limp legs, "Will not sleep."

Roxie barely caught the next part, and she pinched her arm under the table to try and wake her up a but more. "Well, were going to be trying something different today. You are going to write and essay, no less than a thousand words, describing to me who you think you are." he passes out paper and pencils to all the occoupants at each table. "This a test?" Bender shot at him, which he ignored. "And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a one word repeated a thousand times. Am I clean, Mr. Bender?" "Crystal." his voice dripped with sarcasm and disrespect. Roxy wondered how anyone could say that to their elders, she couldn't. She was raised by two rules. 1. Respect your elders to the full extent or else face the wrath of no Madonna for a Month, and 2. Thursday night is Fend For Yourself night, so be prepared.

"Good, maybe you'll learn a little about yourselfs. Maybe even decide if you want to return here." Brian raised his hand timidly before standing up and answering. "Uh, I can answer that right now sir. That'd-that'd be a, a no for me sir. 'Cause" "Sit down Johnson." Vernon snapped, and she felt her blood beginning to boil. For some reason, when people insulted Brian, Roxy always got angry or upset, then denied the possibility of a crush as 'stupid'. Although even she couldn't ressist calling him cute when he mumbled "Thanak you, sir." and sat back down meekly. "My office is right across that hall. Any monkey-buisness is ill advised, any questions?"

The criminal spoke up, "Yea, I got a question. Does Barry Manilo know you raid his wardrobe?" Roxy sniggered quietly behind her hand as Vernon's face became slightly redder with anger. "You'll be getting that question answered next Saturday, Mr. Bender. Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." he warned before walking out the door to his office.

Bender sat up seriously and stated "That man... Is a brownie hound." Oh this is going to be a fun experience indeed. Roxy thought as she began twirling her pencil around in her fingers.

You like? I was watching The Breakfast Club and this came out. Hope you enjoy, there seriously aren't enough Brian/OC fics out there. SPREAD THE BRIAN LOVE PEOPLE! He's my favorite because he's so freaking adorkable! R&R please! Thank You very much and may the odds be ever in your favour.

Disclaimer: I don't own!

-I. y Menos