Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the characters in the Breakfast Club or any of the storyline. They belong to the brilliant and legendary John Hughes.

A\N I hope you all enjoy these story's I am posting. I actually made the "card" for the book cover. ;) I have fun writing these Breakfast Club Fanfics. So Enjoy and Please Review! Only takes one.

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~The Breakfast Club~

"I looked at threshold desk and saw it. (Bender)"

"I looked in my P.O. Box and saw it. (Allison)"

"I saw it pushed thru my mail slot at the front door. (Claire)"

"I went out to my mail box and saw it. (Andrew)"

"It saw it was delivered to my office. (Brian)"

-Card-

10 Year Anniversary Class Of 1985

"...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"

At the top tied with a Blue and white ribbon, with yellow writing had our school motto for our year, then on the bottom had another statement and the event information.

"It's been 10 years fate has brought all of us to where we are now, and Shermer High school where we all once walked the halls. Learned together and grow."

"Hope to see you."

"Party and Dance Saturday March 24, 1995 8:00 pm to 1:00 am"

"Goodbye Brunch March 25, 1995 12:00pm 2:00pm"

"The Hilton Ballroom Chicago"

"184 Will Avenue, Chicago, Illinois, 60062"

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-Bender-

"Damn" Was all I could utter out of my mouth.

"What the hell was this shit about?" I remember the most fun and horrible years of my life.

I see now Shermer was a great repressed memory. I left once I graduated. I think Vernon, paid off some of the teachers to pass me. I was okay with that.

I took a drag from my cigarette. It got me out of the town. But it took me away from some of the best people I would ever know. I thought of "them," I thought of "her."

Then from the side I heard Charlie walk in "Bender lets go." "We are going to be late meeting the women."

"You know how they are!"

"Yeah I know."

Taking another drag from my cigarette then turning it out and popping in a breath mint. Rachelle hated the smell of cigarettes' on my breath. I shoved the card in my drawer in my office.

I closed the door behind me. It was like closing a door on my re-found soul.

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-Allison-

I pulled the envelope out and stared at the ribbon with my eyes looking like a deer caught in the head lights. I turned and walked out of the post office.

I was smiling like nothing was in my mail box. When Everything I cared about came rushing through me. Because of a card, this card!

I left Shermer after graduation, when I heard he was going to Stanford. The best sports collage around. I knew I wouldn't want to have been the one to hold him back.

One thing I knew for sure he would succeed and become something great. I never had a doubt.

"How was I going to go back there after that year?" I felt tears pricking behind my eyes.

"How was I going to see my friends?" The only ones I had at the time, my best friends' I still considered them as much. I hope they still considered me as one.

The Breakfast club in tacked.

I felt a draft of air escape my mouth with the word "Sporto" entangled in it. I clasped my mouth trying to stop it.

I had a quick flash back to the day I took his patch from his jacket.

I said to myself, "I wouldn't even know where to find it."

I moved so much through the years, I never thought I would see them again, any of them.

Claire, I really missed her. I wish I could call her to ask her what to wear to this stupid event, or even ask her to help me with my makeup. I wonder what my roommate Sarah would think.

But I was for sure asking myself "Am I going?" I thought. I started my car and left that parking lot.

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-Claire-

I was in the living room watching a movie. I heard a chime at the door. It was about 11:30 am' like clockwork the mail was here. I stood up and left the living room.

The clock in the hall was twenty minutes fast. I laughed at a sudden thought I had and then I said to myself. "we need to fix that damn clock." I walked over to the door, and picked up the pile of envelopes.

I stopped in the foyer and felt my heart tighten. There it was what I seemed to be thinking of a moment ago.

"Shermer High's 10 year reunion;" Escaped my vocal cords.

Jennifer came from the side. "Claire did my subscription come in from vogue."

"Yes, here you go." I handed her the magazine.

"Oh wow your reunion. Are you going to go?" She asked intrigued.

"I mean I've seen your year book. You and that, Awe what was his name. I dreaded her saying his name out load.

"That guy who looked dangerous." She started laughing at her own statement.

All I could do was smile and then I said. "I think I might. I had always been one for school functions."

My palm's started sweating. "Fuck I am not even anywhere close to him and he is making me so nervous." "How the hell was I going to manage being in a room with him all night?"

"Awesome we have to go get you a new outfit then." Jen Turned out of the foyer. Then I heard a deep voice grab me out of my thoughts.

"Hey Babe! You okay?" Ken kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm fine." I said smiling.

He was passing me with food for the BBQ, later today.

I put the letter in my purse trying to delaying my action as much as I could. I wanted to hold that card forever and never let it go. I turned and followed him out to the backyard.

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-Andrew-

I usually went out with my cup of coffee to grab my optic and mail.

Mr. Johnson my neighbor lived across the street. I asked him a long time ago if he was related to one of my high school best friend. He had said no. I was sad I didn't have a connection to the breakfast club in any way even a distant cousin to someone I thought I would never see again.

I always thought of Brian when I would call out his name, to say good morning. I had just waved to him today.

So the breakfast club was far from my mind today. I looked down. I saw an envelope that said Shermer High. I dropped my coffee on my toe and the liquid absorbed into the grass.

"OUCH" I yelled. I dropped all the mail, except for the card.

I went inside, my fiancée who any one could tell she was older then what she claimed to be was running up to me. Her fake nails in front of her trying to reach. They would probably get there before she would.

"Oh my, Hun are you okay?"Her accent sometime would drive me up a wall and with the bubble gum; I would really just have to tune it out.

"I'm fine." I said in pain.

"Can you check the nail to see if it's bruised?" Oh you know I don't like feet. They are so gross." She turned to pack her lunch.

I turned from her view and rolled my eyes. It was probably immature. She never wanted to act like a soon to be wife. Just a single woman with a bachelor for a guy, and I was anything but; I had a house and a car but my dad liked her. She was blond with what guys can construe as a definite tease.

"She kissed me on the head and said I'll be back in a week maybe two."

I looked at her and said. "Oh, I just got my ten year High school reunion invite." "Do you think you'll make it back in time to go?"

"Oh I can't I have to go to Manhattan after the flight. I have to see my mom; you know plans for the wedding it may be a delay. I wish I could go." She never sounded sincere when I wanted to do something.

I was a little disappointed. I wanted to show her off. For goodness sake she had on my ring I gave her.

I had become a coach for the new professional baseball Boston Red Sox team after collage.

I made decent money for both of us to live on. But she wanted to stay a stewardess. Part of me knew that she liked meeting guys. But I couldn't prove it. And hey I asked her to marry me so I had to trust her, I think.

I had explained to my dad one day that I didn't love her. And in return my dad explained a little lesson in love. He said "You can't wait for what right, you have to learn' to love what's right!" And of course I would do what other expected of me always.

"Did my heart die?" I winced at the idea.

Tracie left the house with the curtain swinging on the door. I stared at the see through curtains.

"Allison Reynolds." I couldn't stop thinking now.

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-Brian-

I was working it was the middle of the day; I was running on 3 cups of coffee and a stale doughnut. I was the electronics engineer in New York City.

My assistant Loran came in. Mr. Johnson you have a letter. I was reading when I looked up. She handed me the envelope.

I saw the bold font in the front. I smiled and said "Thank you".

I felt like I couldn't open it fast enough. I started mouthing the words as I was reading it; I was so glad I picked that saying for the school year motto. The breakfast club influenced that decision a lot.

I was valedictorian after all; they had sent me a pin, with the card.

Gosh I couldn't believe how long it had been, since high school. I shook my head at how long it had been since I even thought about high school. I laughed remembering my nerdy ways.

Then I started thinking about the time I was going to try and kill myself. "Thank God for Bender." He helped me so much. I was able to get my grade changed to a B+ after doing extra credit.

I turned my head looking out of the 77th floor window in my office. I started laughing thinking about how great my life got after that Saturday detention.

I even thought about my high school crush would she be there? Would she be hot? Is she married? I had to ask myself. This was going to be interesting.

I looked at the date. I had a huge conference meeting how was I going to get there in time for my reunion. I hated these meeting's they would sometimes last all weekend. How the hell would I make it work?

I called in Loran, "Loran!"

"Yes"

"I have a function to go to the day of the trends account."

"See if we can push the date a little."

She looked at me and smiled. "It's already done sir you got that letter yesterday, and I made a few phone calls."

I was so happy I hired her. I smiled. "Thanks again!"

Every One else I bet was freaking out. I was now laughing at the thought of my friends holding there cards. I was actually excited for this.