Time, a breakfast club fanfic

Title: Tick #1

Claire

Tick

When will this day end?

It's bad enough being in here with these people. What's worse is that They are so… weird.

That girl at the back – is she just going to sit there all day with her head on the desk? I guess so – that's what I'd do if I dressed like her.

And what's with the jock? I thought all those sports types were way too disciplined to get into trouble. Wonder what he did?

No need to worry about the loser behind me. I can guess what he's here for. Creeps me out though.

And the nerd. Crapping himself over there. At least I'm not as scared shitless as he is. It'll be over soon.

Look – it's 8:10 already…..

Tick

Andy

Tick

Come on. You can do this. It ain't so hard.

Hey – it could be worse. You could be that geeky kid over there. Look at him – I bet he's never been in no trouble before in his life. This is the closest he'll ever get to some real people.

At least there are girls here. Gives me something to look at while I'm stuck doing nothing. If only that wastoid Bender wasn't here as well. No life, no purpose, no ambition – he's reached the bottom and there's nowhere to go but down.

Not like me. Not after today. I'm gonna get through this. Not long now.

Tick

Allison

Tick

Tap… Tap… Tap…

I wonder if I can spend all day tapping my head on the desk in time to the clock?

Bored already – let's look around.

This is like looking at people through the gap in the fence.

There's the clever one. You can tell. Nobody would wear those clothes unless he was too smart to know any better.

There's the angry one. Boots. Leather coat. Smell.

There's the fit one. Not just for the tracksuit, either.

There's the rich bitch. I guess – I have no idea who she is. She's nothing like me though.

Shit – they are all looking at me. Head down…

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Brian

Tick

What have I done?

In my whole life – what have I done? Kept my head down, worked hard, and one mistake drops me here.

Am I going to end up like these people? Will I get sucked into proving myself better than the rest? Will I go mad, and hide myself away? Will I give up, and start believing that I'm always going to be worse than everyone else? Or worse still, that I'm better?

Gotta do this. Gotta get through. As long as they leave me alone, I'm gonna study, gonna get my college place, and I'm never coming back here.

I'll get through – if only they will leave me alone.

Tick

John

Tick

Fuck

OK John. Sit back, strike the pose, feet on the desk, hands behind the head. Take control.

Never mind that all you ever do is school, detention, and stay away from home.

Never mind that you could have been any one of these people – strong, quick, clever, quirky, popular. That's not your road. Your road is the same as your father – hard work, dirty hands, beer and football.

Outside, life lines up to kick you in the nuts and fuck you in the ass.

In here, you're the king.

I just wish it weren't so.

Still, time can go slowly in here.

Tick