Hey guys this is my very first Breakfast Club fanfiction and I am very excited so enjoy the show and don't forget to review! I only own my OC!
Saturday...March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois. Dear Mr. Vernon...we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong, what we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this 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 foreigner and a criminal.
Correct?
That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning.
We were brainwashed...
Vasya Angelica Wallis Sat in the passenger seat of her father's Ranger Rover as the middle aged Russian man scolded her in his thick, heavy speech. Her Long stick straight black hair was pulled back with a shamrock green head band and she was dressed in a baggy white sweater and grey slacks. She wore a "Tree of Life" medallion around her neck on a thin leather strap and wore no make up, her over protective parents would murder her if she even wore eyeliner if it wasn't a special occasion
"Vasya!" She jumped, "Are you listening to me girl?" she nodded silently and her Father let out a breath that smelt of cheap cigars, "Vassy, Baby." He used her pet name, "We came to America so you will have good life, now I don't want this happening again, understand?"
Vasya nodded, "Yes Papa" she spoke softly, her speech also accented just not to the extent of her father's. She had been grounded for two weeks when her parents found out she got detention
"Good, now have a good day." She pushed open the rusted door of the car and hopped out, "Vasya!" she turned and her father thrust a hard black leather case with white stitching around its odd shape, "your Viola." She sighed and gave him a small smile as she gripped the black plastic handle of the case and waved as her father drove off.
She had her worn, ratty light brown leather satchel over one shoulder and her black Instrument case in her left hand as she pushed open the glass door with the right. She had to go to the Library for Saturday detention and had sheets and sheets of music tucked into her satchel with her lunch. She walked into the Library and found three other people already in there, two blonde boys and a red headed girl. She sat in middle row at the table furthest from the door.
"Hey Vasya" the red head waved at her, Clair and Vasya were decent friends. On Vasya's first day she had trouble finding her classes and could not remember the names of some American objects. She was honestly surprised to find Clare there but gave her a small wave. After Vasya came John Bender who wreaked havoc upon entering and evicted the smaller blonde boy out of his seat and to the middle most table.
Lastly came an unknown girl dressed in all dark colors who sat in the very very back of the room, set apart from the others. She was followed by Mr. Richard Vernon, who was carrying six pencils, and a stack of papers. He eyed everyone with such contempt and smirked a little "Well well well, Here we are." He looked around the room.
"I want to thank you all for being here one time." Clare raised her hand instantly, "Excuse me sir." She sad meekly. "I think there's been a mistake, I know it's detention but…." She looked around, "I don't think I belong in here" Vernon ignored her and continued with his speech, which Vasya only have listened to.
"It is now seven'o Six." He pointed at the wall clock, "You have exactly eight hours and forty five minutes to think about why you're here." He eyed John Bender most of all, "Ponder the error of your ways." Vasya heard a spitting sound and glanced at John just in time to watch him spit in the air and catch it in his mouth. Vasya rolled her eyes and kept watching Mr. Vernon trying to ignore everything else
"You may not talk" he looked at Clare, "You will not move from these seats. And You" he pointed at John who lounged lazily in his chair, "Will not sleep" Finally he walked over to Vasya's table "and you Miss. Willis, will not listen to music" he out stretched his hand, "Give it."
Vasya paused and looked at him pleadingly, only for him to tap of the table and repeat the action. She sighed and pulled out a cassette player from her bag and placed it in his hand will a longing stare, "and the other one, Miss Wallis." She slumped and pulled out a second one and placed it on the table. He pocketed both players and turned to the rest of the group, "Alright people we're going to do something a little different today"
He walked to the front of the room, "We are going to write an essay, no less than a thousand words, describing to me, just who you think you are…" John cut him off, "It this a test?" Vernon did not answer and began to pass out pencils and papers, "and when I say essay, I mean ESSAY, I do not mean one word written a thousand times…" he eyed Bender, "Is that clear Mr. Bender?"
"Crystal…" John grunted
"Good" Vernon returned to the front, "Maybe you'll learn a little about yourselves. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return" The Smaller blond boy raised his hand, and stood "You know, I can answer that right now sir...That'd be "No", no for me 'cause..." he babbled meekly. "Sit down Johnson" Vernon sneered. "Thank you sir" Johnson obey immediately.
"My office…" Vernon pointed to the open door, "Is right across that hall, and any monkey business would be ill advised. Questions?"
No one raised their hands and Vernon began to walk out until John Bender piped up "Yea I have one, does Barry Manalo know you raid his wardrobe?" Vasya had to cover her mouth to suppress a giggle. "I'll give you the answer to that question Mr. Bender next Saturday" Vernon retorted, "Don't mess the you'll young man, you'll get the horns" Bender rolled his eyes as Vernon walked out, leaving the door open.
"That man." John began, "Is a brownie Hound."
Vasya didn't know what that meant and made a note to ask Clare later. Everyone began to get comfortable and take off their coats, But Vasya shrugged, she didn't see the need for one having grown up with Russian Winters her whole life until two years ago.
The sound of a loud clicking at the back of the room called their attention as they all eventually turned to see the unspoken girl in the back biting her thumb nail viciously, Vasya looked at her own nails, which were covered in a clear coat, she had yet to overcome her own nail biting habit and kept them cut short, it also made it easier to play her Viola with short nails.
"You keep eating you hand you're not going to be hungry for lunch" Bended warned and the girl spat a nail at his and missed by a mile. "I've seen you around before." He pointed at her and then turned to Vasya, "and you." Vasya shrugged she would sometimes stay after school or show up on weekends to use the orchestra room for viola practice due to its better acoustics.
She sighed and stared at the blank piece of paper, no inspiration coming to her at all. They all sat in silence except for Brian who chewed on his pen and muttered to himself.
"Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you?" he attached the pen to this bottom lip, "I'm a walrus." Both Bender and Vasya stare at the boy strangely and his chuckles nervously, Vasya turned with a short hum and pulls her satchel on the table and pulls out a plastic clipboard with sheet after sheet of music in it. For was auditioning for a music scholarship and had to compose her own piece, it had to last at least a minute thirty seconds on the instrument of her choice.
Bender crumpled up his own paper and throws it between Clare and Andy who ignore it as best they can. Bender frowns and begins to mimic the guitar chords from "Sunshine of Your Love" rather loudly, making Vasya cringe and with draw her own pencil from an already shabby rough draft paper, that was covered in eraser marks and the faint out lines of reject notes.
"Ah Shit!" Bender cursed, "What do we do if we have to take a piss?" Andy rolled his eyes, and Bender shrugged, "If you gotta go you gotta go" Vasya glanced at him and jerked her head back when she heard the sound of a zipper and she blushed a little. "Oh My God" Clare muttered in disgust.
"Hey, you're not urinating in her pal!" Andy barked, "shh, don't talk don't talk that makes it crawl back up" Bender hushed him. "You whip it out and your dead before the first drop hit the floor." Andy threatened him and John gasped dramatically, "you know you're pretty sexy when your angry, grrr." He teased the jock. Bender glanced at Brian. "Hey Home boy."
Brian looked around and pointed to himself questioningly. "Why don't you go close that down and we'll get the Prom queen and the Ruski impregnated?" The cause Andy and Clare to whip around as well as Vasya, who sputtered and blushed. "Hey!" Andy snapped, "Hey!" Bender glanced at him, "What?"
Andy leaned on the back of the chair, "If I lose my temper you're totaled man." Bender raised an eyebrow, "Totally?" Andy glared at him, "Totally." Clare turned around as well, "Why don't you just shut up." She sneered, "Nobody here is interested."
"Really" Andy agreed, "resheno" the Russian girl concurred and returned to her work. "Well hey Sporto what'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" Bender asked, Brian tried to intervene peacefully, "look fellas I think we should just write our papers." He said.
"Look just because you live in this place doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass so knock it off!" Andy ordered and Bender looked around innocently, "It's a free country" he said sadly.
"He's just doing it to get a rise out of you." Clare pointed out as Andy turned back around in his chair, "And I'd say it's working." Vasya jumped in, speaking for the first time. "Just ignore him" Bender bit his lip and smiled at Vasya, "Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried." Vasya rolled her eyes and adjusted her green head band.
((Well I will be updating this one quite a bit for a while, so stay tuned! Don't forget to review!))