For Grossology month. I saw The Breakfast Club and decided to make this semi-parody with some of the characters of Grossology, as well as GrossologyFanatic (for a present) GrossologyFanatic, I hope I got your personality right. (I called you Kat as a bit of a pun. You know, his name's Lab Rat, your called Kat... You get the joke) I don't own Grossology or the Breakfast Club.

Saturday, March twenty-forth, Time: 6:03, Ringworm Junior High. You asked us to write an essay about who we see ourselves as. The assignment was pointless. You see us how you want to see us…

As the Prep…

Naomi fidgeted with her seatbelt, reluctant to exit the car. She looked at her father… "Dad… Can't you do anything about this?"

"Naomi, you and I both think that skipping school to go shopping isn't a good reason to get in trouble, but you have to just deal with this. Who knows, you might make more friends?"

"Mom said I was grounded…"

"Oh, you can just blow her off."

Naomi sighed "I really, really, don't want to be here."

Her father just laughed and ruffled her hair, "Don't fuss, babycakes. Who knows, you might make more friends."

Naomi sighed and exited, straightening her greenish blue tank top, dark blue knee-length skirt, knocked a rock out of her left blue slip-on shoe and readjusted her blue Prada bag. She blocked the sun from her bare eyes looking at the residents of the next car before groaning. "Somehow I doubt that."

the Geek, the Freak…

Lab Rat rolled his eyes as his mom listed the ways that he could use this time to study. His girlfriend, Kat, yawned for the fifteenth time, from both sleepiness and her boyfriend's mother. He had nearly laughed when she motioned the seat between them, to where 'Boo-Boo' her imaginary friend was apparently sitting, or as she was pantomiming, sleeping.

"See if you can smuggle these in…" Lab Rat's mother pushed a pack of flashcards into the back pocket of Kat's jeans.

The couple waved goodbye to Lab Rat's mom, then as soon as she was gone Kat slapped her hands to the sides of her face and gasped loudly. "Oh no! We've been spotted! Abort! Abort!"

Kat pointed to Naomi, who just stared at the African-American couple. "I guess now we can't study." Lab Rat stated, with a wide smile, dropping the flashcards in the garbage.

"I love you." He said to Kat before they kissed while Naomi watched. They were a well matched couple, she had to admit. Both were tall, and around the same skin tone. While Lab Rat's hair was cut short, Kat's was shoulder-length and a very dark shade of brown, hindering on black. While he wore a simple light blue hoodie and jeans she wore a rainbow striped sweater under a simple white tank top, (shouldn't it be the other way around, Naomi wondered.) Her arms were laden with bracelets and she wore red shorts. Naomi couldn't bear to look at them much longer (not because they're black, but because she didn't want to be reminded of her boyfriendlessness) so she just watched the next car pull up.

the Club Addict, the (not-so) Bad Boy…

"Now Abby, try not to get detention next Saturday, because then you have the play recital, and the Volleyball meet, and the debate club…" Abby debated getting another detention, if only just to get her dad to shut up, but instead she just stated 'Yes dad' and left the car before he could add anything to the list.

Her brother Ty on the other hand, took his sweet time, staggering forwards in what he considered 'Bad.' It was this silly faze he was going through, for whatever reason, and she hoped it would be over soon. That walk was bad enough, but the clothes! Abby just shook her head. Why he would think a leather jacket, leather pants, and leather boots would automatically make him cool was beyond her. And she wasn't even sure that he could see with those ridiculous sunglasses.

Sure, her clothes might not have been better, seeing how, in a morning panic, she had managed to grab her sports jacket, Volleyball shirt, the poodle skirt from her role in the school play, and the 'lucky' yellow socks she wore during her debates (none of it had matched), but it did describe her, in a way.

Abby and Ty took their places in the line, just as Assistant Principal Lance Boil walked towards the very mismatched group and did a quick headcount. For a guy who only reached the shoulders of the group (not even that, to Kat and Lab Rat) he was pretty menacing. He paced in front of his victims. "There are only five of you here. Where is the sixth?"

and the Psychotic.

The five smelled him before they saw him. Naomi was the first to grab her nose. "EWWWWWWW! What's that rotten smell?"

A hand tapped Kat on the shoulder. She turned back and screamed. Lab Rat almost automatically turned around a karate position. "Be warned! I know Origami!"

"The Japanese art of paper-folding?" Naomi asked. The figure watched as Lab Rat slowly dropped the pose. By all logic, the figure was perfectly harmless. He was short, which was extended by his crooked posture, part of which was because of the heavy backpack resting on his back, and he was scrawny, more from cruel genetics than anything else.

But something about him was just… wrong. His hair was somehow wrong, just something with the dusty coloring and the fact that it just somehow hanged from his head, unlike normal hair. The others half expected cobwebs in it.

His skin color was hard to describe, as if somebody mixed all the skin tones of the world. It wasn't pretty. It looked even worse when put with the hair.

He was dirty, in any way possible. His hair had a slight bit of dirt caked to it, his face had a blotch of some unknown origin on the left cheek and his clothes looked like they were splashed with some muddy water and was still drying.

His eyes were a surprisingly warm brown, but he had apparently tried to use eyeliner to outline them, giving him a look like a panda. He also had a tendency to look side to side as if he was trying to estimate how long it would take the people in white to get here with a straightjacket for him, before locking his panda eyes onto Abby, who quickly looked away.

"No wonder Kat screamed," Abby muttered, taking in his outfit after she was certain he had looked away. With a black hooded sweatshirt that had a large stain on the front that looked disturbingly like blood, loose cargo pants that were stained with mud on the knees down and boots that looked suspiciously effeminate, he had managed to pull of the look that Ty had failed. Maybe a little too well…

And then there was that smell that seemed to hang over his head, like a dark cloud, raining fear and depression onto them. It was the same smell that reminded Naomi of the dead squirrel that was on the street for three days before it was gone. It reminded Kat of when she went on vacation and came back to find her pet ferret had died in its sleep and it reminded Lab Rat of his elderly Nana. And it reminded the Archers of when their cat Hairball brought home half a dead mouse. It was the smell of decomposition, the scent of the dead.

Lab Rat turned to Ty and Abby, "That's Kid Rot! I heard about him, but I didn't think he was real! Apparently his parents are grave robbers, and sometimes he helps!"

Boil turned to the boy, "Well it's good that you finally showed up, mister… Rot… What do you say for yourself?"

The boy apparently named Kid Rot said nothing. Kat tapped Boil's shoulder. "Um… I don't think he talks…"

Boil looked at Kid Rot and unfortunately met his gaze. He shivered "Disgusting," Then noticing the gasping faces continued, "All of you. All of you disgust me with your... shenanigans. That's why you are here. As punishment for your various crimes…"

He glared at all of them, except for Kid Rot, who he nervously skipped. "Follow me."

The six looked at one another (except Kid Rot who they nervously skipped) and followed him, wondering what was in store, and another, more burning question. What did the others do?

Yeah... I focused on Kid Rot a lot near the end, but I really liked Chester and Allison Reeds, who was the Nutcase which is sorta Chester/Kid Rot's roll.

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