DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Breakfast Club in any way, shape or form. I do claim ownership to any original characters and plots that are obviously not in the film.

Saturday, March 24th, 1984 Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois 60062

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was 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 reject and a criminal. Correct?

That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed….

I pulled up to Shermer High in my piece of shit 1963 Chevy Impala nine passenger Wagon, parking sideways and taking up three spaces. The car was truly horrendous to behold. It was an abysmal weather faded mustard yellow hue with what can only be described as a shit brown interior. It was in rough shape but I still loved it. It was my first car and I had spent the last few years working my ass off saving for it.

I puffed an irritated sigh before flinging my door open. I flicked my cigarette onto the pavement as I pulled my rucksack onto my shoulder and stepped out of my car. I slammed the door shut and made my way to the school, trudging up the stairs in a mindless daze. Upon entering the school, I took note of the clock on the wall, the time reading 6:45.

"Son of a bitch" I grumbled to myself, frustrated that I had time to kill before detention. I staggered to the girls bathroom to splash some water on my face, hoping that it would make me more alert. The bathrooms at Shermer High School left a lot to be desired. This particular restroom was painted an aged pastel pink, there were chips in the paint revealing several layers of the paint that came before. Permanent marker decorated the bathroom stalls with an assortment of messages about our peers and teachers; some funny, some stupid and some were just mean. With the water on, I placed my cupped hands under the faucet to catch the streaming water and threw it onto my face. I grabbed a paper towel to pat my face dry before looking in the grungy mirror before me.

I gazed at my reflection and frowned; I looked like shit without make up. My long wavy light ash blond hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun with stray hairs spilling out and framing my heart shaped face. My large mint green eyes were becoming accented with the dark circles of sleep deprivation. The bridge of my nose tapered down to a slightly upturned, rounded point. My plump cupid's bow mouth was set in it's natural frown accentuated by high apple cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin. With a final scowl at my reflection, I turned on my heel and left the bathroom, discarding the paper towel in the trash on my way out.

I moseyed down to the library, moving at a snails pace trying to kill some time. Walking into the empty room, I wondered if I were the only one to get a detention this week. Pondering this, I silently hoped that it was the case, I could just sleep through this stupid punishment. I walked over to the front table furthest away from the door and flopped down into the chair facing away from the front. I rested my feet on the desk in front of me as I plunged my hand into the massive pocket of my dingy green army jacket. I pulled out my walkman, and leaned back, letting Billy Squier blare in my ears before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

I was startled awake when Mr. Vernon pulled up one of my headphones and shouted, "WAKE UP!" into my left ear. I let out a strangled shriek as I flung back causing my chair to tip backwards, sending me toppling. An eruption of laughter filled the room, answered my question of whether or not I was having detention alone. I sat up on the floor looking around with wild eyes, surveying the people around me with blurred vision. I looked up at Mr. Vernon to see him scowling at me.

"Ms. Perkins get back in your seat! You know the rules, no sleeping and no music. I just spent over five minutes waking you up! You can spend next Saturday thinking about whether or not it was worth it to break the rules." He finished with a smug smirk.

I groaned in annoyance but muttered, "Yes sir" while I got up and sat back in my chair, crossing my arms and glaring.

He turned to face the other students before condescending to them. "Well, well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time."

There was a pause before a girl spoke. I looked up at the table next to mine and saw a fair, ginger girl with brown eyes that looked as though she walked out of a Ralph Lauren ad. Claire Standish. One of the most popular girls in our class and in the running for Prom Queen. Her tone matched Mr. Vernon's condescension perfectly.

"Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but...Um..." she paused as she looked around the room in disgust. If it weren't obvious before, her expression left no doubts that she wholeheartedly believed she was better than us. I clenched my jaw as she continued.

"I don't think I belong here." She finished with a pleading look.

If I wasn't so pissed at Mr. Vernon for giving me another detention, I would have laughed as he completely ignored her and continued with his original thought.

"It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways..."

He trailed off when a snorting noise filled the room. I craned my neck to see around Mr. Vernon, just in time to see spit flying in the air and some dude catching it in his mouth again. My stomach churned slightly as I sarcastically muttered, "Classy."

The guy looked up and smirked at me with a light of vague recognition in his gaze. Taking note of the shaggier brown hair, and dark eyes and almost olive complexion I rolled my eyes when I realized that it was only Bender. His social circle crossed over with mine quite frequently, though I hadn't spoke to him more than a handful of times. I didn't really know him enough to pass a judgment on whether or not I like him; despite the fact that his best friend happens to be one of mine as well.

"And you may not talk. You will not move from these seats."

Since I was facing the opposite direction as everyone else, it made people watching easier. Directly, in front of me, I saw a lanky, nerdy kid with blond hair and blue eyes getting up to switch seats. He froze in horror at Mr. Vernon's instruction before sliding back into his original seat.

"And you." Mr. Vernon walk over to Bender and pulled out the chair from under his feet. He pointed at Bender reiterating, "Will not sleep."

He motioned to the paper and pencils in his hand as he addressed all of us. "Alright people, we're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay, of no less than a thousand words, describing to me who you think you are."

I let out an indignant scoff just as Bender asked if this was a test. Thankfully, Mr. Vernon chose to ignore us and continued to pass out the notebook paper and number two pencils.

"And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?" He glared down at Bender, who looked up at him with a smirk replying, "Crystal..."

Mr. Vernon seemed to accept this. "Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe, you'll even, decide whether or not you care to return."

At this, the nerdy looking guy raised his hand and stood up to answer awkwardly. "You know, I can answer that right now sir...That'd be "No", no for me. 'Cause.."

I was just gaping at him with an uncomfortable grimace before Mr. Vernon dismissed his rambling.

"Sit down, Johnson."

The boy immediately dropped into his chair as he sputtered out, "Thank you, sir."

He looked up at me and I gave him a small apologetic smile to which he flushed red and averted his gaze. My smile grew a little wider at his obvious discomfort.

"My office" Mr. Vernon paused to gesture to the doors. "Is right across the hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised…."

I snorted causing him to shoot me another glare before he looked around at the other students. "Any questions?"

Bender placed his hand up in mock innocence. "Yeah. I got a question."

Vernon nodded for him to ask.

Bender kept his expression blank as he casually asked, "Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?"

I slammed my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing. I shook my head to ward off the urge to laugh and mumbled, "Jesus Christ."

Mr. Vernon was not amused. "I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, while you're joining Ms. Perkins next Saturday. Don't mess with bull young man, you'll get the horns."

With his final warning, Mr. Vernon turned and left the room.

"That man...is a brownie hound.." Bender declared as he tries to get comfortable.

I shook my head and looked over the table to my left. Next to the preppy princess was a guy with sandy brown hair, blue eyes and an athletic build. He was obviously a jock, complete with Letterman's jacket. One of the patches on his jacket showed he was a wrestler. I didn't know his first name but I had heard the gym teacher call him "Clarke" in the halls. He was wearing blue jeans, his Letterman's jacket was blue and white, underneath he had blue zip up hooded sweatshirt with a white undershirt peeking out. I'm going to go out on a limb and say this guy likes blue. I smirked to myself before turning away.

Author's Note: So here's the first chapter. I really hope you guys enjoy it! This is my first fan fiction ever, so I really hope it's up to snuff. Please rate and review. I do ask if you have a constructive criticism, that you message me with it, only because I would like it to be more of a conversation.