I love The Breakfast Club; it's one of my favorite movies. This is about
what happens after that Saturday in detention.
Chapter One: Confusion
Sunday, March 25 1984
John Bender sat in his room, strumming on his guitar. His radio was playing dimly in the background. He had a British flag hanging above his door, and various British punk band posters tacked to his walls. The carpet he sat on was a brown-grey. There were various stains here and there, stains probably older than he was. The slam of a door let Bender know that his father was home. He put down his guitar and cursed. All he needed right now was his father's bitching. He knew his father was drunk and probably high. He always was after an afternoon at Stud's Pub. Bender's thoughts turned to his mother. She was probably in for another beating. His father always had violent intentions when he was drunk.
His mother was probably sitting in her room, crying. When Bender had gotten home from Saturday detention yesterday, his mother was sitting on the kitchen floor. Lorelai Bender had her back against the olive green cabinets, her legs strewn out over the brown linoleum in front of her. Her mascara was running in huge globs down her face, her eyes were red and puffy. Her dark brown hair was matted and falling out of the messy bun at the back of her head.
"Got detention again next week, good-for-nothing boy?" Lorelai sniffed, and wiped the smeared makeup off her face with a ratty dishtowel.
"Yeah, ma. What's it to you? It's not like you actually care about what I do." Bender started for the stairs. His mother never failed to lecture him about his laziness. All you had to do was look at the house to know she didn't do much, either.
"Maybe if you got off your lazy ass I would start to care. Your father and I try to give you the very best, and what do we get for it? We get calls from your vice principal, what's his name? Vernon. He probably thinks we're good-for-nothing parents." Lorelai gave a humorless smile as she watched her son retreat. She liked using that term, good-for-nothing.
Bender was still unsure about the previous day. The detention was weirder than any he'd ever been to. Andy, Brian, Claire, and Allison had seen that John Bender was actually a person, not just an empty shell of rebellion. Bender wasn't quite sure of how he felt about that yet.
What Bender really couldn't figure out was how he felt about Claire. Claire, the poor little rich girl, was conceited. Claire had never had to work for anything. All she had to do was snap her fingers and she got what she wanted. But before she had stepped into her father's BMW at the end of the day, she had placed a diamond earring in Bender's gloved hand. No one had ever given Bender anything, besides violence and cigarettes.
Bender had never really liked any girl before. As he told Claire yesterday, he "considered" girls. But Claire was different. Despite her conceitedness, despite her money, despite her stature at Shermer High, Bender liked her. Claire was different.
Chapter One: Confusion
Sunday, March 25 1984
John Bender sat in his room, strumming on his guitar. His radio was playing dimly in the background. He had a British flag hanging above his door, and various British punk band posters tacked to his walls. The carpet he sat on was a brown-grey. There were various stains here and there, stains probably older than he was. The slam of a door let Bender know that his father was home. He put down his guitar and cursed. All he needed right now was his father's bitching. He knew his father was drunk and probably high. He always was after an afternoon at Stud's Pub. Bender's thoughts turned to his mother. She was probably in for another beating. His father always had violent intentions when he was drunk.
His mother was probably sitting in her room, crying. When Bender had gotten home from Saturday detention yesterday, his mother was sitting on the kitchen floor. Lorelai Bender had her back against the olive green cabinets, her legs strewn out over the brown linoleum in front of her. Her mascara was running in huge globs down her face, her eyes were red and puffy. Her dark brown hair was matted and falling out of the messy bun at the back of her head.
"Got detention again next week, good-for-nothing boy?" Lorelai sniffed, and wiped the smeared makeup off her face with a ratty dishtowel.
"Yeah, ma. What's it to you? It's not like you actually care about what I do." Bender started for the stairs. His mother never failed to lecture him about his laziness. All you had to do was look at the house to know she didn't do much, either.
"Maybe if you got off your lazy ass I would start to care. Your father and I try to give you the very best, and what do we get for it? We get calls from your vice principal, what's his name? Vernon. He probably thinks we're good-for-nothing parents." Lorelai gave a humorless smile as she watched her son retreat. She liked using that term, good-for-nothing.
Bender was still unsure about the previous day. The detention was weirder than any he'd ever been to. Andy, Brian, Claire, and Allison had seen that John Bender was actually a person, not just an empty shell of rebellion. Bender wasn't quite sure of how he felt about that yet.
What Bender really couldn't figure out was how he felt about Claire. Claire, the poor little rich girl, was conceited. Claire had never had to work for anything. All she had to do was snap her fingers and she got what she wanted. But before she had stepped into her father's BMW at the end of the day, she had placed a diamond earring in Bender's gloved hand. No one had ever given Bender anything, besides violence and cigarettes.
Bender had never really liked any girl before. As he told Claire yesterday, he "considered" girls. But Claire was different. Despite her conceitedness, despite her money, despite her stature at Shermer High, Bender liked her. Claire was different.