Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with something I call Policies in Detention. It's an idea I got today from watching something I think most people know and love, The Breakfast Club! And damn, did it sure get me thinking. However, it is the same idea, but with a twist. Ooh, I know it's such a surprise that I'm twisting things up. I hardly ever, ever do that. I hope you all enjoy my so-called 'pilot' chapter. I'm typing in the dark, so I can't see much lol. Sorry for all the typing errors you may get. Enjoy Chapter One: Bunch of Misfits.
"I cannot believe that my own son would ever be riding to school on a Saturday. For detention no less!" Rosalina Mather barked, looking at her son with an acidic look in her gleaming diamond eyes.
Her son, Lucas Mather cowered in the corner. "I'm sorry mother, not every child you have can be perfectly good all the time. That's how people go insane."
Rosalina parked the car in front of Smash Highschool, probably one of the most despicable places in town. "Well, promise me that you won't get into any more trouble from here on out? Till the rest of the school year if my original offer was too much is acceptable too. But, I will not have the Mather family name be brought down to incriminating levels of hilarity and shame by vulgar, stupid acts of my children. Have a good day!"
Lucas opened the car door. "She can be such a bitch sometimes... and perhaps she's bipolar. Maybe I should look into that..."
He shouldered his backpack, and looked at his reflection in the school's front office windows. He stared at himself with such an exquisite gaze, you would've thought Lucas Mather was admiring himself. However, he was more so noticing the flaws. Essentially he didn't like how his cold cut azure eyes did not shine as bright as his mothers, or how his fierce lemonade hair never slicked back like he wanted it to, instead swooping up into a J, making him look like a complete idiot. His incomplete smile brought all the girls, one tooth in the far right of his mouth bled every four hours just a tad, enough to make Lucas seem injured. He didn't know who'd be inside with him for detention, but he sure hoped the people weren't going to have his wallet and lunch money by the end of the day. Always seemed to happen to him, and only him.
From the safety of her own Lexus Corollas, Peach Friedrich couldn't believe her eyes. Was the school nerd Lucas Mather really checking himself out in the mirror? "He's such a dweeb," she said aloud, painting her nails a vivid and sparkly shade of rose. Lifting the car mirror up to her nose, she lightly powdered her face before turning the ignition off. But, like her car normally did, the ignition shot the key out of the socket and into her nose. She cussed quietly to herself as the metal key cut a nice three inch scar on the bridge of her nose. She tried crossing her eyes to look at it, but only got dizzy.
Tired of dealing with nuances that only wanted to hold her back, she got out of the car and slammed the door shut. The reverberation caused Lucas up by the window to jump up, a little whimper coming from the boy. Peach rolled her eyes. "You've got to be kidding me. I'm stuck with this kid for how long today? If he's already acting like a pansy with me closing a car door, what's he going to do when Mac threatens to punch his lights out after he talks for fifteen minutes straight. Jeez, it's almost like I'm dealing with a baby here. I'm serving detention, plus having a house call for my hourly job of babysitting. Lord, just smite me dead where I stand. Is that too hard to ask?"
She hung her tiny, pocket-size purse around her wrist and walked skimpily up to the front steps, making sure Lucas noticed her and became fully aware that she was never going to be his, not in a million years. Peach Friedrich never dated nerds who made a 5.6 unweighted GPA average. Those kids were the ones you never heard of fifteen years down the line because they had been killed in a drive by shooting.
Peach had to hand it to herself. She was rather good looking. Lucas, who normally acted stupid around the female species, stopped looking at himself in the mirror to check out the reason for celebration as she strutted up the stairs into the school. "Hey Peach, that's a lovely dress-"
"Get lost, fool." Peach snarled at him, gnashing her teeth in a gritted sneer.
"-you have on." Lucas finished, swallowing his pride in one gulp. He had no sense of power, no reason to ever argue back with a woman. It was wired in his brain to never argue back, he had no sense of self thought. Peach Friedrich was cute, at least his hormones told him that.
Peach made it to the top of the stairs and looked down at Lucas from her sunglasses, pink rimmed with black lenses. "Well, idiot, are you just going to stare at me because I'm pretty, or are you going to lend me a hand with my stuff?"
Lucas blinked. "All you are holding in your hands is a purse. I have my textbooks, and a backpack. You want me to carry a simple purse the size of my fist? How lazy are you?"
Peach's eyes flared behind her sunglasses. She stomped down the stairs and pushed the geek for all it was worth. "Listen here asshole, the next time you say something snarky to me, I'll send my lipstick up your butt so hard, you'll be having cherry red excrement for the next month!"
He shuddered, trying to hurry past. "Excuse me, we must really get inside. Mario is waiting for us."
As he walked by Peach, she stuck a heeled foot out and he tripped, causing all his books to fall out of his hands and skid across the concrete. Lucas watched in horror as a signed copy of 'To Kill A Mockingbird' went flying into the dirt and hit a rock, upheaving a cloud of dust and grime all over the cover. He grimaced as he sat up, staring intently at his scraped knee. Cardinal streaks lined his leg, he skimmed the ground hard. Peach chuckled to herself rather evilly before sauntering into the school.
"Have fun picking up your crap, nerd. You ought to toughen up before coming inside. We are going to devour you." she shouted behind her.
Lucas gave her the bird. Least it was something.
"Listen son, I find out that you are in detention for anything less than what you really told me, and I'm punching you straight in the nose till next week."
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Mac Adams sighed, staring out the window and chewing his gum for all it was worth.
"I'm serious Mac," his father Falcon snapped. "Mac, you can get in detention for punching a kid in the face, screwing up a girl's locker, flipping off a teacher, anything that is actually worth something. But, if I find out you are here for any reason other than what you said yesterday, you're dead meat. I'm proud of you Mac, giving that kid Pit Nordeman what he deserved. A walloping straight into the water fountain is the only good that kid is ever used for. So please, don't let me find out it was because you plagiarized an essay or something. You can't do anything illegal."
Mac rolled his eyes, before giving his father the most crazed look he could muster. "Illegal? Isn't assault illegal? It's what I practically did."
Falcon shrugged. "Did you have a good reason for it."
"Eh. Depends on what defines a good reason."
"An insult, a push or a single hostile movement towards you. Wrong groups talking to wrong groups. Things like that."
"Well, he did say hello to me." Mac muttered.
Falcon's face brightened and he slugged his son in the arm. "There you go man! Exactly! You showed your friends the true alpha male and it worked. The whole school was probably talking about you, am I right?"
"I guess so."
"For whatever it may be, get inside and use the time wisely. Study, stretch, work on your boxing moves. I don't know what, but get it all done. Can't come home to me being a failure." Falcon instructed.
"Of course I won't," Mac lied, getting out of the car. He slammed the car door shut and strode past Lucas who was tending to his wound. "Screw you old man." he thought bitterly as he heard the peeling of tires scorching out of the parking lot. Sometimes Mac wanted the whole world to just shut up, to not give him the damn time of day. But of course that wouldn't happen, of course it wouldn't. The world never gave Mac the privacy he wanted. He had to be fake, had to someone he didn't want to be. In highschool, however, what could you do?
He wanted to get his name out there and the only way to do that was make an ass of yourself. Worked every time. Every damn time.
Sheik Cralle stared at her hands once more before stepping out from under her spot in the shade beneath the gigantic oak tree. "What will people think of my hands? Will they all start asking questions, or worse... touch them?" she thought, her mind in a panic. She breathed to herself, and slowly inched across the asphalt road to the front of the school. She stopped short when she saw Peach Friedrich talking to Lucas Mather as if he was under her.
"Get in here idiot!" she heard Peach roar.
As Lucas made his way past her, she tripped him and he went collapsing to the sidewalk. With a laugh that can only be described as vile, the prissy popular schoolgirl went snootily walking into the front office. Sheik stared and stared at Lucas, as he winced and hissed to himself, clutching his knee which was bleeding. "I have to help him. It's right isn't it?"
Deciding that her life was indeed worth it, Sheik strode forward and grabbed Lucas by the arm. She hoisted him up to his feet and dusted him off. Lucas blinked again, never having been helped by a girl before, at least one that noticed him before. "Thank you." he whispered.
Sheik looked away, she couldn't bear stare into his eyes anymore. They were just too beautiful. She leaned down and grabbed the book from the ground. She couldn't see the cover, but the way Lucas grabbed it after she handed it to him made her realize it had some significance. Sheik paused as her hand laced the metal rim of the door handle, and she gazed back at Lucas who was still fondling over himself. His jeans were torn at the knee, his lip was busted. Peach knew how to trip people, and she tripped them well.
"I've got nothing to lose. Do I?" she debated to herself. Thinking it would work in the end, she stepped right up to Lucas and kissed him on the cheek before skipping back inside.
Lucas smiled, then frowned. "This day has started off so weird." he said to himself before running in after his newly found secret admirer. He had to ask her name.
Ike Griel lowered his charcoal sunglasses to the bridge of his nose as he gave an incriminating glare at Smash Highschool, the most despicable place he wished that he never stepped foot in since he started his 9th grade year. Before even wandering in, he took time to observe what other scoundrels he'd have to deal with for the fifth time.
Ike had been in detention for five Saturday's in a row. "I'm awful, and I love it! It really defines me as a human being," Ike thought to himself, his mind roaring in relish at his lack of respect and childish antics. Shocked doesn't even begin to cover the amount of surprise he felt his heart shake with as he watched Lucas Mather stumble out of his car. The poor nerd was clutching all his textbooks, some hard-cover novel he never bothered to read, and a backpack to boot. "The boy must've done something pretty awful to even land himself here. He probably stepped on someone else's gum and whined all day about it," An eyebrow, a romantic eyebrow at that raised upward as he saw Peach Friedrich tiptoe up the front steps. "Hello beautiful, how about we go back to my place afterwards, huh?"
An inward groan released itself from his throat as he witnessed Mac Adams jog up the front steps, completely ignoring Lucas who was on the ground clutching his knee. Ike completely missed Peach trip the schoolboy. "Hmm, did he trip on air again? Probably did, the boy never knows where the hell he's going." The last member to join the detention club, he didn't know. He watched in fascination as the fourth individual sneaked her way up the sidewalk, walking almost in a three step pattern where she'd skip on the third step. From what he could see, she had radiating sun ray hair tied up in a bonnet, a gray scarf wrapped around her mouth. A even bleaker shawl hugged the girl's shoulders, and a low cut olive green skirt stopped down at her knees. He wanted to gag at her shoes, awful block shoes with three inch heels that seemed to be made of horse teeth. In a complete turn around, the strange gal helped Lucas up and then kissed him on the cheek before disappearing inside their hell for the day.
Ike shouldered his knapsack that contained his lunch and squinted. "What's so special about Mather? He's a genius. I thought that they were always to be ignored, school code and all." he whispered to himself.
He shrugged. He didn't have time to ponder on inane things such as why the school brain was having girls kiss him. Ike Griel needed to focus on how he'd make the whole Saturday a complete and total disaster not only for their warden, but for his 'friends' he'd soon make inside.
Today was going to be a great day!
Well, I hope this has triggered some lasting memories for awhile. I still have Wizard of Smash to post too, but that may be postponed. I don't know lol. I've got so much to do in such a short time, I may just scrap it. Or it'll reemerge next year, which I may need to do. Whatever it may be. Well, for this I couldn't pick what characters I'd put as the main four up on the summary atop so I picked the two pairings, you just don't know who yet. I'm thinking at least seven chapters for this story because I don't know how much madness school detention can entail. But, wait... it's The Breakfast Club. Anything can happen. I'll see you all next week? with Chapter 2: A Warden With a Death Wish. If it doesn't fit, I'll just put Mario: Dungeon Keeper. Please review guys, and thanks for reading! Love you all!
~ Paradigm