Author's Note: This is based on one of my favourite films, The Breakfast Club. I'm trying not to stick to close to the script but I have used a few of the lines and scenes from it.

Please R&R,

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There is no word in the English speaking language that is more infuriating for a teenage school student than 'Detention'.

Whether the cause of it was a good one, or non existent

Whether it is the first, or hundredth,

Whether it was given to a geek, or sought after jock,

Detention was still detention.

Who would want the stress of being taken from your spare time to be confined in every teenager's daily prison, school....?

Bayville had just decided to begin a new style of detention.

Due to teachers complaining that they had too much to do during lunch breaks and after school, it had been decided that there would be a trial of Saturday detentions.

Those pupils who were put into detention that week had to attend the school on the Saturday to be given work by a teacher who was assigned to that Saturday.

Kitty and Rogue walked towards their school, neither were looking forward to it.

"Man, this sucks." Kitty moaned. "We've got better stuff to do on a Saturday, anyway, I don't think I deserve a whole day's detention just for skipping gym!"

Rogue just rolled her eyes and continued to walk with her.

Lance was driving slowly in his jeep, Pietro had also hitched a ride, and of course, they were arguing over a matter of dominance.

"Jeez Lance, go any slower and you'll be stationary." He sighed.

"Wow, that's a big word for you! Where'd you hear that? On the cartoons channel?" Lance jeered back. "Anyway, Tabby put enough points on my license driving madly in this jeep, and I'm not prepared to gain anymore. If it's so slow, then use your mutant abilities and just run to the school already!"

Pietro folded his arms and leant back into his seat in a sulky kind of way.

"You know, you're getting a little too big for your boots!" Pietro threatened.

"Oh yeah?" Lance asked, hardly listening.

"Yeah! And if you don't remember, My father made me the leader of the brotherhood!"

"No Pietro," Lance corrected him. "You made you leader of the brotherhood, and used your father as an excuse to do it. And if you don't remember, I was the brotherhood leader way before you!"

Pietro snarled as they pulled up into the school campus.

"You watch your back!" Pietro sneered as he got out of the jeep and proudly walked ahead of Lance, into the school doors.

They were sat in the library, where six tables were neatly placed in two rows of three. Behind them were chairs for the kids in detention to sit in.

Kitty sat in the front left table, Rogue decided to go and sit in the back right.

When Lance and Pietro arrived, Pietro hastily went and sat on the table behind Kitty.

Lance noticed Kitty and gave a shy smile, before debating whether to sit by her or not.

His chance was missed when Scott Summers walked in and decided to take the seat next to her.

Awkwardly he walked over and sat at the table opposite Pietro.

"Summers! What're you here for? You forget to underline a sentence or something?" Pietro laughed as he saw Scott sit down. Then turned his attention to both Kitty and Rogue. "What are you two doing here too? I thought you X-geeks were good deed do-ers!"

"Silence Maximoff!" Mr Burton commanded as he stormed into the room.

His hawk-like eyes stared evilly at each of the pupils and his bald head shining from the light he was standing directly underneath. He then checked his watch. He talked slowly as if speaking to a roomful of kindergarten children.

"It's 8:30am...you're staying till 5pm...You will stay in your seats...You will not talk...eat...or sleep...What you are going to do...is sit and think about why you're here in detention...and write an essay...of no less than a hundred words...describing who you think that you are!"

"Is this a test?" Pietro asked, raising his legs and lifting them onto the chair next to him. Mr Burton decided to ignore his comment and carry on.

"And by essay...I mean essay...I do not mean one word repeated over a hundred times...Do you hear me Mr. Maximoff?"

"Loud and clear dude!" Pietro gave a cocky grin and observed his nails.

"Good...Now, I'm going to be in my office...just across the hall...I don't want to hear any funny business... ...Any questions?" Mr Burton asked with a sincere frown.

"Yeah, I got one," Pietro replied, "Do you wash and dry your hair daily or every other day or what?"

"Well you can find out that answer in your detention next Saturday which you have just earned." Mr. Burton replied. "Don't mess with the bull buddy, you'll get the horns!"

With that he walked out.

"Well, proper ray of sunshine isn't he?" Pietro sighed sarcastically, causing the others in the room to snigger.