Hey everyone! This is my first Breakfast Club fic. YAY FOR THE BREAKFAST CLUB! Woo. I hope that people read this fic because The Breakfast Club is t3h bomb! I am going under the assumption that the school goes from grades 9-12. Okay? Okay. Enjoy! I'm going to assume that it's Thursday. Oh. And in Hungarian all of the 's's are pronounced 'sh' unless there is a 'z' after it.

Thursday, March 30, 1984-

"Lads that box goes in the kitchen," said the middle-aged woman with a thick Irish accent.

"So, tell me again why we moved here mom?" said the 16 year old girl, also with an Irish accent, as 3 little kids ran into the house.

"Because, Zigana, Lee can get a better job here, he needs to support us all remember?" Zigana lived with her Irish mother, her Texan stepfather, her 3 sisters and her 6 brothers, her being the second oldest. Only 4 of her brothers and all three of her sisters are her real siblings, the rest are all adopted because, poor Lee couldn't have children and wanted some of his own really bad. Lee wanted to take the place of Zigana's dad, but Zigana wouldn't let him so they never really got along. Her father was tall, about 6"2, brown hair, a scruffy beard, green eyes, and smelled of cigar smoke and mint. Zigana resembled her dad more than her mother. She had his beautiful green eyes, his dark brown hair, and his face structure. The only trait that she got from her mother was her pale complexion, and her size. She was nicely 'filled out' for her size, which would be about a C-cup. She was only 5"4, she wished she were taller.

Her mom and dad divorced when she was 6, and they moved from Belfast to Dublin. Later her mom met Lee, a tourist when she was 12, and they moved to Texas when she was 14. She deeply despised Texas, and Texas didn't really welcome her either. She was excited that they were moving away, but she didn't agree with moving to Shermer Illinois, she wanted to go to Canada, it sounded promising. But no, they had to move into an even tinier house where she would be sharing a room with her three younger sisters, they were two years younger than her and were triplets, she envied her sisters, she wished that she had a twin sister or was a triplet, knowing that someone was always there when you needed them, oh well.

"Zigana!" Her mother yelled.

"Yes mum?"

"Tomorrow we're going to enroll you, your brothers and your sisters at Shermer High School."

"Okay mum…" She replied with a sigh. Zigana walked to her room to finish packing. When she walked into the room she saw that her step dad was helping her sisters set up the bunk bed. Two of her sisters had to share a bed, and the other one had to sleep on the top bunk. "Uhm, Lee? Where's my bed?"

"You can set up your own bed when I'm done this!" Lee replied, some venom dripping in his voice. She decided that she wouldn't unpack just yet. So she went to see how her older brothers Whelan, Pholan, and Karsa were. They were the lucky ones that got the biggest room in the whole house, which was rather large. Zigana envied them, even though they had to share it. Whelan and Pholan were the only full siblings that had an Irish name. Everyone else had a Hungarian name.

"Whelan, where is your electric guitar?" Zigana asked.

"I had to sell it," he replied. Zigana was silent; she knew that Whelan's guitar was the most important thing to him.

"Where're Pholan and Karsa?" She asked.

"Helping mum unpack and then help Lee with your guises room," he replied. She decided that she would go check to see if she could set up her bed yet. She walked into her room and saw her older brothers setting up her bed.

"Hey you guys! Thanks!" Zigana said.

"No problem Zee. We knew that a girl like yourself couldn't make up your own bed!" Karsa said. Zigana made a face. Pholan muffed up her hair and they walked out of her bedroom. Zigana unpacked and then lay down on her bed and thought…how am I gonna get out of this?

"Zee. Wake up Zee. WAKE UP!" Her brother yelled.

"I'm up! JESUS CHRIST!"

"Good, get ready, for we are going to get enrolled at Shermer High."

"FUN!" She said sarcastically and got out of bed. Brushed her waist length hair, her bangs were just below her chin. Then She dressed. She wore an Oingo Boingo T-shirt, baggy-ish jeans with a chain for her wallet, and a black trench coat. She took her Tarot cards and put them in the breast pocket of her trench coat and went to go eat breakfast. She had some strawberry jam on toast. She went to brush her teeth, but her older brothers were in there brushing their teeth.

"Guys move over!" she yelled.

"Make us." Pholan replied with a snicker. Zigana knew that she was beat; There was way to many of them, and plus, they were bigger than she was, so she grabbed her toothbrush and the toothpaste and went to go brush her teeth in the kitchen sink. Jesus you guys! You could of at least moved over! She thought to herself. When she was done they got driven to school.

When she got to school her, her brothers, and sisters had to go to a Mr. Vernon's office to take a test to see what grade she was in. When she got her test back she was relieved to find that she would be going into grade 12, she was rather smart for her age. She was going to take Calculus12, History12, Art12, and photography12. She had taken all of her other classes the semester before. Whelan was in grade 12 too. He was going into Physics12, chem.12, shop12, and calculus12. Pholan and Karsa were also going to be in grade 12 and were going into Law12, Lit12, Calculus12, and PE12. Her three sisters were going into grade nine and were all in the same classes; first they had math9, then socials9, then art9, and then P.E9.

"Here are your time tables. I have gotten a memo from your old school Zigana. You are to see our school psychiatrist, Dr. Hamamoto at lunch," Mr. Vernon said, "I will walk you all to your classrooms." Zigana sighed and nodded, ever since she wrote a story about a teenage girl killing herself her teachers assumed that she had a depression problem and that she was self-conscious. Her mum told her to go along with it because they wouldn't stop pestering them if she didn't.

"I have history first…what do you have Whelan?" Zigana asked.

"Physics," he replied shortly. The first class they got too was Zigana's history class. Mr. Shoebeer was already starting with his class when they got there. Mr. Vernon went over to Mr. Shoebeer and told him about Zigana and then left.

"Class," Mr. Shoebeer said, "we have a new student. Her name is Zigana Puskás and she's from Texas."

"Howdy," a kid said in the back.

"Uhm…it's pronounced Zeegawnaw Pooshkash. It's a Hungarian name. By the way. I was born in Ireland and moved to Texas when I was 14," Zigana said.

"Take a seat right over there, Zigana, by John," Mr. Shoebeer said. Zigana nodded and went and sat down. Mr. Shoebeer went on and on about the English revolution. Zigana just about fell asleep when John passed her a note that said:

You're Irish eh? Well. Got any hard liquor? You should come out to the parking lot with my friends and I.

Zigana read it and then wrote back:

Not with me. I can't come out to the parking lot. I have to go see a stupid shrink! Stupid teachers think I have a depression problem.

Zigana threw the note back at John who read it and then looked at her a smirked. Just then the class ended. Zigana just walked out the door when she saw John waving her over. She walked over to him and he said, "You have to see the shrink?"

Zigana sighed and said, "I wrote a story last year about this girl who had a bad home life and killed herself and my teachers thought that I was having a bad home life and that I was going to kill myself. Hence the shrink." John laughed.

"What class you got next?" He asked.

"Calculus."

"With…?"

"Mr. Tearney."

"His room is right down there, third door on your right."

"Thanks." Zigana turned and started walking.

"Wait!" John called to her and Zigana turned around, "he's kind of insane so good luck!" Zigana nodded and walked into Mr. Tearney's room. And for an hour and a half had to sit there and listen, and correct, a very, very insane calculus teacher. After Calculus it was lunchtime. Okay. Mr. Vernon wrote directions onto my timetable to show me how to get to Mr. Hamamoto's office. Okay so I go this way…then this way…now I should be here…AHA! Here I am. Zigana knocked on the door.

"Come in," Dr. Hamamoto said. Zigana walked in and sat down. "Now. Why don't you tell me why you're here Zigana Puskás…"

"Its pronounced Zeegawnaw Pooshkash. But anyway last year I wrote a story about a girl who had a bad home life and killed herself. It was a really good story too," Zigana said, "then the old school psychiatrist said that I'm depressed and what not."

"I see…are you depressed?" He asked.

"Of course not. But because I'm Irish, all of the kids didn't like me, except for this one kid, and so the teacher assumed that I was depressed."

"I see. So tell me about this friend."

"Well. He was from Canada. I still have no idea why they had to move there, but anyway. Him and I were the only 'foreigners' in that whole school. So we were both, for lack of a better term, 'outcasts'."

"I see. So…why are you here?" Dr. Hamamoto asked.

"I have no idea…can I leave?"

"Yes. I read that story you wrote and you have talent, and I seriously don't think that you are anything like that. Plus. I had a meeting with your mother and we talked about it and she told me why you kept going to that other Psychiatrist. So don't worry. You don't have to come back."

"Thank you," Zigana said and left. Just when she walked out the door she literally ran into a girl. "Oh sorry. Didn't mean to bump you," she said as she held out her hand. The girl took it and said,

"Why are you here?"

"Because. I had to see Dr. Hamamoto to tell him that I don't need to see a shrink. And my mum came and talked to him so…yeah."

"I see. Well, I don't want to be late. Bye."

"Bye!" Zigana said and walked down the hall. She decided to go to her locker to put away her books and saw that her locker was next to John's, she new this because he was there with a few of his three of his buddies, one of them being a girl, and who she assumed was his girlfriend.

"Hey...er…Zigana?" John said.

"Hi. And yes it is Zigana, but you can call me Zee. I need my locker." John moved. Zigana noticed that on his locker it said 'Open this locker…and you die Fag!' Zigana raised her eyebrow and said, "Interesting choice of words…speaking of fags…I could really use a smoke right now."

"How did you get smoke out of fags? Are you Scottish?" Claire asked.

"Well in Ireland cigarettes are called fags, or fagots. I'm Irish," Zigana said. Claire didn't say anything. Zigana opened her locker, and managed to figure out how to open the top part, where she put her books.

"Then lets go out to the parking lot," One of John's buddies said. They all agreed and all left for the parking lot.

They got there and John used their last match on his cigarette and everyone got angry, except for Zigana. She grabbed John's cigarette, grabbed on of hers and lit hers off of his. They all talked and Zigana told them a little about herself.

"Well…I was born in Ireland, my dad is Hungarian, my mum and dad broke up when I was six and then when I was 12 my mum fell in love with my step dad, who is Texan, and then when I was 14 we moved to Texas, and then we just moved here."

"How old are you?" Claire asked.

"Turned 16 seven days ago."

"But you're in grade 12…" John's buddy, Kevin said.

"I took an equivalency test for grade 11 and I aced it so I got bumped up a grade."

"Jen over there is 16 as well. Turned 16 ten days ago," John's other friend Jason said as he gestured over to the other girl who smiled and nodded her head. The bell rang.

"What class you got next Zee?" John asked.

"Art. What class you got? OH! And I'll bring you some Trappist Ale tomorrow."

"Shop. Cool. Okay."

"Cool. My brother Whelan has shop now I think." Zigana went to her art class and saw that the girl she bumped into was there. She went down and sat beside her and greeted her. Everyone turned around and looked at her funny.

"What? Did I just commit some mortal sin?" Zigana asked. Everyone turned around because the teacher, Ms. Rudy, walked in.

"Ah, you must be the new girl, Zigana, Puskás."

"Yes, wow. You are the first person to actually pronounce that right," she said. Ms. Rudy smiled and explained what they were going to be doing that day; they were going to be doing a charcoal drawing of their most memorable moment. Zigana drew her Hungarian side of the family, who were Gypsies, dancing and playing music around the fire. There were some of her aunties holding their sleeping babies, and little kids, as well as older kids, running around and having fun. She was 11 at the time; that was the last time she got to go see her dad. She looked over to see what the girl she bumped into was drawing. She drew a girl, assuming it was her, skating with, whom she assumed was her dad on a frozen pond.

"So…what's your name?" Zigana asked.

"Allison Reynolds. And I already know what your name is, Zigana."

"Call me Zee."

"Okay Zee. What did you draw?"

"I drew my Gypsy family dancing and playing music around a fire."

"You're a Gypsy?"

"Half. My mum is Irish, and you could probably tell by my accent I was born there."

"I see. I drew my dad and I skating."

"Wicked. You are very, very good at drawing."

"You too." They talked until the end of class and then they handed in their drawings. Zigana then left to go to Photography. It turns out that Jen is in that class too. When she got there she was assigned a camera and a partner, Jen, and told to go out and take pictures of whatever interested her…they had to be appropriate though. They talked, and they had a lot in common, and it turns out that Jen is John's little sister. They went outside and took a few pictures of clouds that looked like things. Then they took a few pictures on some nice cars and then some of people playing basketball. They heard some one creep up behind her, but they decided to let them creep up behind them. He jumped up behind them, and they pretended to be scared, it turns out it was John.

"What are you doing cutting class?" Jen asked.

"I didn't feel like going to math." John said. Soon the class ended and John started for his locker, and Jen and Zigana started for their Photography room. They handed in their camera and started walking towards John's locker. When they got there they saw John talking to Zigana's older brothers. They were taller than him, John being only 6" and her brothers being 6"5.

"Hey you guys. Where're Lilly, Kat, and Mari? And why are you here?"

"Mum said that it was insane that she has to come pick us up when we can walk," Karsa said.

"And they should be here soon," Pholan said.

"I see." Soon enough the girls were there.

"How many kids does your mom have?" Jen asked.

"Well. We're all of her biological kids. But my step dad insisted that they have more, except he can't have kids so…they adopted two. Their names are Blade and Axon and they're two."

"Too many kids," Katoka said.

"Kat? What an interesting name," Jen said.

"Well, our real names are Lilike, Katoka, and Mariska."

"Oh."

"Well, we best be off," Zigana said.

"We'll walk with you guys, we have to walk home too," John said. They all started walking and they all talked and then Zigana remembered something.

"Crap. I forgot that we have to practice our music tonight. Fuck I hate it!" Zigana said.

"Damn it!" everyone else, except for John and Jen, said. They filled in John and Jen about what they have to do once a week, which is practice fiddle and guitar and what not. It wasn't the fact that they had to do it, it was the fact that their stepfather forced them to be the best and if they weren't they would have to do something of his desire.

"So. Where do you guys live?" John asked.

"Just down here, house number 6354," Mari said.

"Cool. We live right here. So we'll see you later," Jen said. They set off and went home. When they walked in through the door it was quiet.

"Mum?" Zigana called. She went out onto the porch and saw her mum out there having a smoke. Zigana took one of hers out and light it.

"You know. You really should stop smoking, Zee," Her mum said.

"You should too."

"Fine. If I quit, you quit."

"Deal. So…what are you doing out here all on your lonesome?" Zigana asked.

"Lee is still at work and the twins are still asleep. I'm Thinking. I got a letter from you dad today."

"Really? What did he say?"

"He said that he wanted to see you kids this summer. Only if you guys want to go that is."

"Well…I want to go, I don't know about the others."

"We'll ask them tonight. Oh, by the way. Music night is cancelled."

"Okay." YES! THERE IS A GOD! Zigana thought.

"So how was your day dear?" Zigana's mum asked.

"Good. I made some friends. I have a clinically insane calculus teacher though, and I don't have to see the shrink," she replied.

"Good. Now finish your smoke, you're going to help make dinner." Zigana did as she was told and went to go help her mum make dinner.

Well there is chapter one. Hope you liked it. R&R!