Author's Notes:

Jenna (jenna009, author of 'Love is Blind'): HELLO EVERYONE! So this is the Twilight version of the 1985 movie : THE BREAKFAST CLUB!!! You don't need to watch the movie to understand what's happening. This is also Co-Written by: eRegz (my sister). ENJOY!!!!!

Emily (eRegz, author of 'P.S. I Love You' and 'P.P.S. I Love You, Emmett?'): Hey fellow FanFiction-ers! My little sister (jenna009) and I decided to write a collaborative story. It's our version of The Breakfast Club, but with a Twilight Twist to it. We are both very excited about it, and we hope you enjoy reading it just like we enjoyed writing it!

Please review, because it really does make our days.

Disclaimer: We do not own the title "The Breakfast Club," and/or the characters of Twilight. We just borrow them when we want.

Bella Swan's Point Of View

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I shot my hand out of my cozy, warm covers and smacked the off button on my old alarm clock a little harder than necessary and threw the blankets off of myself – other than that, I didn't move.

I hated mornings. Especially this one, since it was a Saturday and I was supposed to be sleeping in.

"Bella! Isabella Marie Swan, get your ass out of bed!" I heard the gruff voice of my father, Charlie, from the other side of my door. "You're going to be late for your detention!" He called with a dark chuckle. He found it amusing that I received a very unnecessary detention from my school principal for painting a mural on the wall in one of the hallways. I didn't understand why someone could be so upset about a high school student expressing their thoughts about saving white Bengal Tigers to the other uninformed students. I thought it was a very beautiful mural, something to be proud of. It's not like I spray-painted grotesque words or phrases all over the place.

I heard pounding on my door, and then Charlie's voice shouting, "Let's go, Bella! Or would you like to walk to school?"

I groaned and sat up reluctantly, looking around my room. My walls were decorated with an array of paintings and drawings, and the pale white paint was fading and looking like it could use another coat. My shelves were packed tight with books of all kinds and my lonely desk in the corner held my tiny laptop and a few sketch pads. If you hadn't realized it yet, I liked to draw.

"What the hell are you doing in there?!" Charlie's voice came again. I could have sworn I saw the door tremble.

"I'm going, I'm going." I muttered. I flung myself out of bed, and picked up random items of clothing on the ground, smelling each article to see if it was clean enough to wear. Good enough, I thought to myself. I threw on my black turtle-neck sweater, dark jeans, and my black converse. I yanked the door open, happy to see that Charlie was no longer standing there. It was just me and the empty halls.

"I'm leaving! Hurry up and get your assdown here!" Charlie shouted at me again. I rolled my eyes, and took my time descending the stairs.

I grabbed my grey backpack off its hook near the door, and ran out to meet Charlie in the already-running car. We owned a used Chevy Truck, from the 1950's. It was a red-orange colour and had bulbous caps. I couldn't help but smile every time I saw it. This truck had quite the personality.

I slammed the car door shut behind me and Charlie sped out of the drive way immediately, heading towards the dreaded Forks High School.

Rosalie Hale's Point Of View

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like "It's better than yours!" Damn right, it's better than yours! I can teach you, but I have to charge!

I slowly lifted my black satin eye-mask, and pressed the red End button on my neon pink LG Rumor- which had been skilfully Bedazzled- to shut off my alarm. I stretched and yawned, then jumped a little when my phone vibrated suddenly on the desk beside me. I flipped it open to see a new text message from my friend Emily.

R U still coming 2 the mall 2day?

I sighed and quickly responded with: No, I have my detention all day today. I have to serve it, Daddy said so.

I clicked Send and fell back onto my pillow.

I heard the doorknob click and turn, and I looked to see who was coming in. It was my mother, in her silk robe and a bright smile on her timeless visage.

"Good morning, honey," she said cheerfully.

I smiled. My mom had always been a joyful woman, always smiling and happy. Her hard work as a full time court lawyer never affected her chipper attitude. My dad worked at the same firm as her, but he always went to the office early. My mom usually didn't leave until after I left for school, always wanting me to get out safely, even though we had a perfectly capable housekeeper named Marissa.

"Morning, mom," I replied. I sat up in my bed as she came in. She bent down to pick up a piece of clothing I must have left out. She was always like that; everything had to be spotless. That was why she hired Marissa in the first place. The house we owned was just too big for her to clean by herself.

"Is Franco taking you to school this morning?" she asked as she came to sit next to me.

I shrugged. "Is he here already?" I asked.

My mom nodded and added, "Why wouldn't he be? He's always here. He is, after all, your driver. That is, until you get your own license." She smirked. She knew I was afraid to get my own license; I was scared to drive. I'm not the smartest girl in the world, so I never thought I'd be a very safe driver. I just like to stick with Franco. He takes me where I want to go.

I gave my mom a small smile.

"Go on," she said, patting my knee. "Get a move on. You have a detention to serve."

I groaned. "Do I have to, mom?" I pleaded. I was supposed to go to the mall today with Emily and the girls. My dad renewed my credit card just a few days ago and I haven't had a chance to take it out.

She laughed and replied, "Well, you shouldn't have skipped class on Thursday to go shopping. Those are the consequences. Come on, get up. Get dressed. Franco's waiting."

I sighed and got up. My mom left me alone to get dressed and do my makeup. I stood in my\ walk-in closet, trying to decide what to wear.

What would a girl wear for a Saturday detention? I asked myself.

I decided on a pair of skinny jeans from Guess, and black V-neck tank top with a Gucci purse and pair of Jimmy Choo two-inch heels. I strode to the bathroom and did my makeup, focusing on my eyes today. I just settled on putting my luscious blonde hair up into a curly bun. I smiled at my reflection, snatched my phone off of the bedside table and rushed downstairs for a quick breakfast made by Marissa.

Franco was, in fact, waiting with the car outside. I said goodbye to Marissa and pecked my mom on the cheek. Franco held the door open for me as I climbed in.

I buckled up and sighed. This was going to be a long day.

Emmett Kingston's Point Of View

"Stay away from me!" I warned them in a shaky and uneven tone.

"But we love you Emmett!" they chanted in their high-pitched nasally voices.

There was a herd of them, each one ravenous, vicious, evil, grotesque, and worst of all… PINK!!!!!! The mutated bunny-ponies started moving in closer – pushing me up against the dark, brick, alley wall.

"Emmett! Emmett! Emmett!" they chanted, over and over again.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!!!!!!!"

I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. I glanced around with wild eyes. That was the worst nightmare I had ever experienced in my seventeen years of life.

I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and looked at the clock. It was seven forty-five. I lied back down on my now damp pillow. Then I remembered, I had a detention today.

I groaned loudly and stood up. I stripped down to my underwear and made my way to my work-out equipment in the corner of my room.

Every morning since I was nine I woke up early and did my morning work-out. My dad forced me to when I was young, but now I kind of enjoy it. It wakes me up in the morning and gets my heart pumping.

After twenty-five reps on each piece of equipment (I like to start off easy in the mornings), I ran the cold water in the shower and began rinsing off. I started thinking about today. I shouldn't be in that detention. The stupid, lame-ass nerd deserved the beating. No one calls me and my friends dumb and gets away with it unscathed.

Ye who messes with thee lad's mates must feel the wrath of EMMETT!!!

I chuckled to myself at the sentence I just made.

I turned the water off, threw on my Forks High football jersey and a pair of jeans, and ran downstairs.

In the blender I mixed strawberry yogurt, two bananas, an egg, and three steroid pills and chugged it quickly.

"Bye dad!" I yelled as I headed out the door.

"Wait, Emmett!" I heard him shout. I turned around and ran back inside.

"What is it dad?" I asked as I walked in the living room.

He stood up and crossed his arms. "You have a detention today?" He asked sternly. I nodded slowly.

"How do you think that will affect your games, Emmett?"

I sighed. Of course that's what he was worried about. My dad was constantly pushing me to be the best, to be number one. He didn't even care that I got a detention for beating a kid up, he was just concerned about how it will affect my playing.

"Dad, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm good," I replied.

He shook his head at me. "I don't want you to just be good, son. I want you to be the best," he said.

I know.

"You can be the best, Emmett. You have the potential to be better than everyone."

I nodded, this time not saying anything. He stared me down.

I felt the silence take an awkward course so I said, "I have to go now, dad," and I ran out the door.

Edward Cullen's Point Of View

I rolled out of bed, managing to knock my head off of my bedside table, causing me to wake up.

"Oww…" I whispered in pain, rubbing the sore spot on my head. That might turn into a bump.

I was too tired to lift myself up back onto my bed, so I reached out and grabbed my pillow. I positioned it under my head, curled up into a ball, and fell back asleep on the floor.

The next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by my fourteen year old sister, Jenna.

"Naaaargh," I drawled. I didn't want to get up yet.

"Edward! Come on, you told me you had to go to school today," she said, still shaking my shoulders.

I shook my head and hugged my pillow tighter.

She stood up and kicked me in the gut. "Get up you lazy butt!!" she shouted. I opened one eye and glared at her. She had her hands on her hips and was staring down at me sternly.

I sighed and sat up, leaning my back against my bed.

"So, what are you in for this time?" she asked curiously, but sounding very amused.

"What do you mean, 'this time'? I haven't had a detention since…forever," I replied.

She laughed and held her hand out. "Yeah okay, forever meaning last week?" I took her hand and she pulled me up. She was actually a very strong girl. When you first look at her wavy bronze hair and her stick-like physique you would never expect her to be able to lift almost twice her weight.

"Okay," I said, defeated. "I meant, I haven't ever had an all day detention before. Especially on a Saturday."

"Yah, it is kind of weird," she shrugged. "What did you do, anyway?"

"I was late for class for the fifth time. Slept in," I responded with a smirk.

"I'm not surprised," she breathed. "Okay, come on Edward, get your butt in gear, or you'll be late." And she left.

I smiled as she walked away. My sister and I had a pretty decent relationship. She was the only one the family I felt comfortable talking to.

I stood up and strode over to my dresser. I was generally a very organized person when it came to my clothing. My shirts were folded neatly and organized in order of colour in the first drawer, with my dress shirts hung up in my closet. I picked a plain white U-collared, long-sleeved shirt, which I rolled up to my elbow. I was thinking I would just wear my grey zip-up jacket over top.

I bent down to open the second drawer, which contained all of my pants, except my dress pants, which were neatly hung on their hangers with my dress shirts in my closet. I chose to wear a pair of jeans that perfectly coordinated with my shirt. I sprayed my cologne in a mass in front of me and casually walked through, adding a light turn to make sure that the cologne got on every angle of my body.

I travelled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair was a mess, so I squirted a bit of gel in my hands, rubbing them together, and ran it through my copper hair, fixing it so it looked like a sexy bed-head. I brushed my teeth quickly, grabbed my grey jacket off of the hook behind the door and glided down the stairs.

Jenna was in the living room watching some Saturday morning cartoon.

"Well don't you look snazzy," she commented when she saw me.

I posed for her, then added, "don't I always?" She giggled and turned back to the T.V.

I snatched an apple out of the fruit bowl in the kitchen and took a bite, heading for the door.

"See you later, Edward!" shouted Jenna. I backtracked into the living room, and when she looked I waved with an exaggerated smile, and bolted out the door.

Jasper Whitlock's Point Of View

"GET UP, DUMB ASS! YOU GOT THAT DETENTION TODAY!!!" My old man yelled at me from down the hall. Probably too lazy to get up and walk all of six feet to my closet of a room.

I had already been awake, listening to my blaring music. Curses by Bullet From My Valentine. I didn't get much sleep anyways, the old man was always watching TV, or screaming at my mom for God knows what.

I shut off my iPod and shuffled my way through my too-small room. My bed was backed up against the wall and I still only had about two feet of space left to walk. I opened the door a crack and slid through, heading towards the laundry room. My parents never did any laundry, or anything really. I did all of the stupid chores in this house because my dad was either too lazy or too drunk to get up and do things for himself. My mom worked nine hour shifts every night, and when she got home in the morning she went right to sleep, unless my dad yelled at her for something stupid and pointless.

I grabbed a black t-shirt off of the drier and a pair of ripped jeans; they didn't have a rip when I bought them a few weeks ago.

I went to the bathroom and ruffled my shaggy blonde hair with my hands quickly, winking at my reflection and moving to the kitchen. I heard my dad's heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, and I prayed he wouldn't come into the kitchen.

God didn't like me today.

He entered the tiny kitchen and lit a cigarette, puffing out smoke in my face.

"Gimmie a beer, would ya?" he mumbled. I got a cold beer from the fridge and handed it to him.

He stared at me. "Open it, smart ass!" His eyes burned with intensity and I almost cringed.

My old man was the one person I was truly afraid of, and hated with an undying passion.

I popped the cap on the bottle and chucked it behind me. He snatched the bottle from my hands and shuffled to the family room.

I sighed and grabbed a bowl, a spoon, the milk and some Corn Pops from the counter. I sat down and ate my breakfast slowly, going through a list of things I had to do when I got back from school.

I heard my mom yawn and come down the stairs. I wished she had stayed in bed, Dad would probably get on her about something.

"Mary!!" He shouted. My mom stopped short and looked at me. I shrugged, but sympathized deeply for her. My mom only stayed with my dad because he surprisingly had enough money to support us. She wanted to leave so badly, because he abused her, verbally and physically, but she didn't want to live with nothing.

When I was younger I called the cops on him. He managed to fool them, but when they left he threatened me and my mother, saying that he'd kill both of us if we ever called the cops on him again. I haven't since, even though he's gotten worse.

That's why I have this stupid detention. I was caught selling drugs at school. I don't do it for the thrill, I do it because I am trying to save up enough money so my mom and I can run out, live on our own, without living in fear of my old man.

My mom was in the living room when I heard a loud crash. I bolted in to see what happened. My mom was crumpled on the floor, sobbing, and glass was shattered all around her. From the looks of it, my dad had thrown his beer bottle at her.

I sunk to the floor with her and put my arms around her.

"Get up!" He yelled. We stayed put. "GET UP!" He shouted again. This time me and my mother stood up, but cowered away, afraid of what he would do next.

Instead, he just sat down on the couch and watched his television. I sighed, and kissed my mom on the cheek.

"I have to go, mom. But it'll be okay. Everything will be okay," I told her.

I walked out the door, hoping to God that I was right.

Author's Notes:

Jenna here! Well, I hope you liked the beginning of our story! There will be more… as long as you review, that is!!! So PLEASE PLEASE click that little green REVIEW/FEEDBACK button and write a comment – IT'S NOT HARD!!!!! THANKS!

Hey! eRegz here! I hope everyone liked this story. Me and Jen spent how many hours on it, getting shit from mom, saying like "You need to get to bed! Get off your computers, its time to sleep! It's almost one in the morning!"

So, please review and make us happy! Thank a lot! More chapters to come!

~Em and Jen.