Author's note: It's been too long! I haven't had the time to write in awhile, and I didn't have a lot of motivation to write either. However, I'm starting to get in the mood to write again, so I'm going to start working on this story once again very soon, and continue where I left off.
Monday morning. Allison Reynolds looked into a broken mirror hanging on her bedroom wall; The Smiths were playing on her record player that sat on the floor. The previous weekend, Saturday to be exact, was a day she would never forget. She had detention; where she met, and actually talked to people from school. All she knew before that day was that people didn't listen to her, not even her parents. What she learned after that day was that there were other kids out there that had their own problems; people she never expected to have any problems. There were people that would actually listen to her. However, now she woke up to Monday morning, and she wasn't sure what it would bring. She remembered what Claire said in detention; she said they all wouldn't be friends on Monday. Either way, she knew what she wanted to do. Claire Standish gave Allison some "nice" clothes to wear while they were at detention. Allison packed them up, and shoved them in her backpack to give back to Claire. Usually, she would just steal the stuff, but she actually didn't feel right taking it. She didn't mind combing her hair for a change, and putting a little less "black shit" under her eyes, but she wasn't going to change who she was. She enjoyed dressing like herself. Allison skipped breakfast as she usually did and got in the car with her parents, and sister.
Brian Johnson was sitting at the table with his family eating breakfast, he was wearing his sweater that his grandmother got him for his birthday. The thing that he thought about most since Saturday, was that he shared a secret with people he barely knew. Brian told them why he had in detention in the first place; it was because he had a gun in his locker. He planned on using it. Only his parents, and some school faculty knew about the incident before that. Brian was the one who asked Claire if they would all still be friends on Monday, and he remembered the answer like Allison did. He didn't know if it was true or not, but he knew he still considered them his friends.
"So, Brian, how are you doing in physics?" Brian's dad, Mr. Johnson asked his son.
"Fine." Brian replied. It was true, he was getting an A.
"You know, we are both very proud of you, Brian." Mr. Johnson said.
"Yeah..yeah..I know dad." Brian answered. Brian's dad was very worried about him since the gun incident.
"Let's go, you're going to be late for school." Mrs. Johnson stated. His mother on the other hand, wanted to forget it ever happened, and she wanted everyone who knew about it to forget too.
Brian, his little sister, and his mom headed out the door to the car. He had a lot on his mind. He was still worried about shop class, even though he accepted the fact that he would not be getting an A. Brian thought about his classes, and grades, when he suddenly remembered that he had math class with John. He sunk down in his seat. He liked John, but it didn't change the fact that he was afraid of him, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen if he tried talking to him.
John Bender was sitting on his porch step, smoking a cigarette. Of course, he remembered Saturday well. Bender was the one that brought 'the breakfast club' together. Although, he didn't exactly do it intentionally. His hand went to his ear; he still had Claire's earring. For once in his life, he was actually wondering what would happen that day at school. When he went to detention, like he had other times, he was the rebel, and he did a good job living up to the reputation. However, even he learned a thing or two from that Saturday. He began humming a David Bowie song, and walked to school.
Claire was going to be late for school, she couldn't find her new purse that she wanted to wear to school that day. She ran downstairs and found it laying on a chair.
"There it is.." she said to herself.
"Dad! We have to go." She yelled at her dad in the other room.
"Okay! Let's get moving." Her dad said, walking out the door.
While in the car, Claire was staring out the window, thinking about if Andrew said anything to his friends about what happened on Saturday. She thought it was a possibility, and a small part of her was hoping he did, since they were part of the same social circle. She couldn't imagine telling her friends herself. It was all she could think about since Saturday. She continued to stare out the window. The closer they got to school, the more she didn't want to go. When she said they wouldn't be friends on Monday, she knew she was right. Even if it did make her stomach turn. Especially when she thought about John.
"Is everything okay Claire?" Her dad asked.
"Yes, I'm fine, I just don't want to be late." She answered.
Andrew was sitting on the passenger's side of his dad's car, staring out the window. His thoughts consisted mostly of Allison over the weekend. However, he also had a lot of other things to think about. He had matches, and college to think about, but he was finding it hard to focus on those things. He wanted nothing more than Claire to be wrong about the group staying friends, and he wanted nothing more than to be with Allison. However, he wasn't sure if he was being realistic.
"Ah..who cares.." Andrew was thinking, but accidentally said it out loud.
"What?" His dad said back.
"Oh, nothing." Andrew answered.
"Listen, you have practice tonight, don't be late." His dad said very sternly.
"Yeah, I know dad."
Andrew tried to focus on what his dad was saying on the drive to school. However, he starting wondering if his dad ever had an experience like he had on Saturday, but he assumed not.
For Mr. Vernon, the high school principal, this Monday was just going to be another day dealing with people he liked to call punks.
They were all only a short distance away from going back to the same school that they all shared that previous Saturday in detention. Now, the only question was would they all walk on by?