John Bender shot straight up at the sound of glass breaking from under his room. He heard someone shouting, and another thump. He quickly jumped out of bed, when he heard another shattering of glass.
"Shit!" He muttered before running downstairs.
When he got down there it was happening again. There before him lay his mother on the floor, a bruise already forming on her face. Above her stood his drunken father, two broken beer bottle at his feet. His father was raising his hand about to hit his mother again, when John ran over and grabbed it. Swaying slightly his drunken father turned around his eyes were ablaze.
"You no good son of a bitch!" He yelled and John quickly dodged his father's swinging hand.
He wasn't quick enough though, and on his second swing his father's hand made contact with his face. John was about to hit back, when his father past out on the floor. Sighing John cooled himself down enough to lift up his mother and carry her back to the bedroom to rest. As he laid her down her eyes fluttered open for a second and she whispered,
"John your face! I wish you wouldn't get in your father's way."
"Mom I can't just sit back and let him do that to you. Besides I'm fine, you just rest, and I'm going to head off to school."
"Such a good boy." She said, before falling back to sleep.
John sighed once again, flipping his long hair back into place, before thinking, 'Another morning in the Bender household.'
Claire Standish sat in front of her mirror, brushing out her hair. Suddenly her mother came bursting in the room looking furious. Claire sighed, and turned to face her mother,
"Claire Standish did you use my credit card without asking?"
"Daddy said I didn't need to ask!"
"Well that still gives you no right to…" At that moment her father appeared at the door, and walked over to Claire whispering in her ear,
"Go I'll handle your mother." Claire nodded, bored, and walked from the room only to here the increasing shouts from her bedroom.
Downstairs, she slipped on her red leather coat, and walked outside to see her friends waiting for her in their BMW. She walked over, and hopped in the back seat. She blocked out her friends and continued to stare up at her bedroom window where she could still see her parents fighting.
Brian Johnson slipped his sweater over his button down shirt. He grabbed his over stuffed backpack, and headed downstairs only to be stopped by his mother.
"Brian we aren't going to have a repeat of Friday…are we?"
"No mother of course not."
"Good now you better ace that biology test." Brian nodded, and walked out the door and to the corner where he caught the bus.
On the bus he saw some of his friends in the back of the bus, and he smiled heading back to them. But suddenly they all moved around so he couldn't sit down, and he looked around confused. Finally his eyes landed on his best friend Martin, but Martin just looked away.
"Guys what…"
"Brian you can't sit with us anymore. After that gun incident on Friday it…well how can we be sure you won't do it again…or get high or something?"
Brian's mind traveled back to detention on Saturday but quickly shook it from his mind. He stared open mouthed at his friends,
"Guys you know me better than that!"
"Do we Brian? Please don't make this harder than it already is."
Brian turned and found an empty seat near the front of the bus. He had no friends now…wait a moment yes he did. If the Breakfast club stuck together that is.
Andrew Clark finished up his morning workout, and got ready for school. His father was waiting downstairs for him with his protein shake, which he quickly downed.
"No funny business this week right son? You have a meet this weekend that you can't miss."
"I know dad."
"Good son, I won't tolerate losers in this family!"
Andrew didn't respond he just headed out the door, backpack on his shoulder, and jogged off to school. On his way he thought of what he was going to say to the breakfast club…and Allison. All weekend he had kept repeating in his mind that he wouldn't ditch them, but now as he was getting closer to school he was wondering if has actually had the courage to hang with them. But as he approached the school he saw Allison waiting by the front, and he knew the answer right away. Yes.
Allison had been the first of the Breakfast Club to arrive that morning, and so she waited at the front of the school where they had all agreed to meet. Standing out there, she felt a little self-conscious about her appearance. She hadn't kept every thing Claire had done to her, but she had lost the dark make-up, and had on some brighter clothes. Her hair though still fell into her face. She stood there blowing a piece of it, when she saw Andrew jogging towards school looking straight at her. He jogged over to her, and gave her a small peck on the lips.
"Hey Allison."
"Hey Andrew…oh and don't look now but here come your friends." He turned around with his arm around her waist, and gulped slightly but didn't leave her.
"Hey Andrew! What are you doing with the basket case?"
"Her name is Allison and she's my…she's my girlfriend."
Allison stood there in shock, before meekly nodding her head to confirm his statement. His friends looked angry, and then they said,
"You better watch your back, Clark, you start hanging around with dweebs like this and soon they'll be your only friends, and seriously you don't want us as enemies. I mean who's next? A bum?"
Then a voice from behind them said,
"I prefer the term burnout thank you." And they all turned to see John.
"Bender, go mind your own business." One of Andrew's 'friends' said to John as he stood there.
"Well you threatening my friend here does seem like my business."
"You friends with Andrew? Yeah right!" Another one said laughing.
"You got a problem with that?" His hand was beginning to clench into a fist.
"Yeah I do. I've also got a problem with your ugly face but…" He was cut off by Bender's fist colliding with his face.
As he fell to the ground his friends froze, glaring at Bender. John stood over him ready to throw another punch, when someone grabbed his hand. 'Now why does this seem familiar?' He thought thinking back to this morning with his father. He turned around to see Claire holding his hand back, and immediately he relaxed it.
Claire had rushed over to the scene right away when she saw what had been happening. As she felt John's hand relax she let it go, and gave him a kiss. When they broke apart, Andrew's friends, her friends, and all the other kids waiting on the lawn, were staring at them.
"Why hello Cherry." He said, putting his arm around her waist and pinching her butt.
"Asshole." She said, removing his hand from her waist, but she was still smiling.
"It was an accident." He said.
"Now where have I heard that before?" She asked, but she stopped smiling when she heard her friends approaching.
"Claire what are you doing with him?" One of her friends asked, eyeing him with disgust, and Claire gulped.
"I'm her boyfriend." John said.
"Whatever, Claire you just made the biggest mistake of your life by hanging out with them." With that her friends, and Andrew's friends left in a huff.
The group burst out laughing, but no one had a clue why. Then suddenly Brian walked over to them confused and asked,
"What's so funny guys?"
This just made everyone laugh harder. Brian was still confused, but John just patted him on the back, shaking his head. So that was that, the Breakfast Club, were known to the school and everything was fine. At least for now…
