Chapter One
The Breakfast Club
''Dear Mr Faulkner, today five of us spent eight hour's in a classroom with a group of people from our year. This was our detention, and what ever we may have done wrong. We accept responsibility for it. You gave us an essay to write asking us to describe who we thought we are as people. But what we discovered was something that you would not care about because in one more year we leave. But in the simplest terms, we figured out that in this group was a Princess, a jock, a brain, a loner and a criminal. The truth is people don't care who you are in high school because as soon as you leave you get to get to start over. But we know we will always be The Breakfast Club''
Brooke's long brown hair fell in soft waves down to her mid waist, her newest outfit which were statement bold coulors containing pinks and purples shouted 'money'. Brooke's manicured fingers slowly pulled through her hair as her dark brown eyes with honey tints looked out to Tree Hill High School. The gloomy looking of the school made Brooke want to physically shiver. It was almost like a ghost town- what did she expect? This was a Saturday and no one in their right mind ever came to school on a Saturday. Brooke's wide eye's looked over to her mother sat in the driver's seat. Victoria, Brooke's mother didn't even look at her as she spoke ''I'll pick you up, don't be late. Your still grounded remember'' Brooke's mother spoke, as she pointed to the car door. Brooke smiled flakily at her mother, as she pushed open the car door climbing out. Shutting the door her mother sped forward- most likely off to a fashion event across the country. Sighing Brooke turned yanking her bag onto her shoulder more. Eight hours Brooke kept reminding herself, it was only eight hours. Brooke looked to the other cars that were parked up, shaking her head she marched forward for the step's that led up to the school. She was not going to be late and get herself another eight hours here.
Nathan hadn't said a word the whole drive because if he was being honest he didn't know what to say, the atmosphere had been claustrophobic in his house this last week. Looking over to his father who was seated opposite him, Nathan dreamed about the guy his father would have been at his age. From what people had told him, his father Dan had been a lot like Nathan. But what other's also said was that Nathan had more of a heart than Dan ever would. And maybe in his father's eye's that was weakness but Nathan knew that in the future it would aide him well. Looking down they slowly pulled up outside the school, eight hours to decide what he would do in his next match. How he would attack the opposition to keep them from putting the ball through that damn hoop. As Nathan reaches for the door he feels Dan's hand on his shoulder pulling him back into his seat. ''Nathan, this scholarship could change your life. Do you understand that? College basketball will fulfil your life to place's you never thought you could go. Don't mess it up, if they see a string of detentions there not going to give it to you. Okay? So next time think before you act!'' Dan explained releasing Nathan's shoulder, it was only then Nathan realised how hard Dan had been holding his shoulder. Nodding Nathan was out of the car in a flash looking up at the words 'Tree Hill High'. Nathan sighed shaking his head; he was dressed in a plain dark blue t-shirt with the letter 'THR' embroidered on his chest of the shirt. It stood for 'Tree Hill Ravens' basket ball team. Nathan was the star player, with a perfect jump shot and an average of 29 points per game every placed bets that he was going to make Duke College basketball and go pro. Just like Dan was supposed to before he had an injury to his knee causing him to stop. Sighing Nathan looked over at the three other cars just pulling in. Some how Nathan got the feeling today wasn't just going to be like any Saturday detention. But he didn't know why, he could just feel it in his stomach
The silence was almost painful for Hayley, sitting in the back of the car she grabbed her long flowing hair and tied it up in a messy bun pushing her glasses which had slid down to the brim of her nose up. Biting her lip she threw herself into more studying as her eye's scanned over the latest in astrophysics. She'd gotten an A* five times in a row and had made the school news paper for beating the record. But what hadn't been said was what was causing the tension in this car right now. Hayley wanted to disappear as her mother and father exchanged worried looks. Slowing outside the school Hayley's wide brown eye's scanned the building; she loved school but today not so much. But another thing she was looking forward to was not being in her house with her parents right now. They'd repeated the words that many times Hayley could handle it anymore because she just wanted to scream. Smiling she leaned forward placing a kiss on both her mother's and her father's cheeks before rushing for the door handle. ''Hayley, listen- about what's been going on. That grade needs to change, do you understand me? We don't pay all that money for tutors for you to get straight A* and an F! The F could ruin your chances at Yale so pick up the slack okay?'' her mother pushed, as Hayley just stared forward not saying a word. She needed to get out of this damn car before she blew her lid; simply nodding she pushed out of the car pulling back the tears that threatened to escape. Eight hour's before she had to deal with those two again, she was happy she had eight hours.
Walking slowly her blonde curls bounced with every single step she took. Her black skinny jean's showed off the shape of her legs. Peyton held her big black art sketch book in her hand and a oversized tatty bag with a hundred embroidered band logo's stitched on. Her leather jacket which was way too big hung baggy on her. Tucking the fag behind her ear, Peyton chewed on the pink bubble gum. Saturday school detention really not her scene but here she was, reaching into her bag she pulled out the old styled lighter, flicking it the flame danced as she took the fag from behind her ear and lit it; taking three long drags before damping it out and shoving it into her bag. Most parents would have gone mad about getting detentions but Peyton had thought it best to not tell her father. She didn't need the hassle and neither did he. She preferred him to think she was doing 'just' great at school. That way he kept at bay and left her well alone in the darkness of her room and vinyl. Sighing she kicked a pile of old leathers across the floor, her scruffy old converse crunching them. Today was like every Saturday for her, she spent most of her time here. She didn't mind as she got to spend time away tormenting people; something she enjoyed a lot. Smirking Peyton knew that today was going to be her cup of tea starting forward she saw only one car on the school drop off point. Wondering who it was she tried to get a look as she walked up the stairs to Tree Hill High; having no luck she pushed through the double class doors.
Lucas held three large old book's in his hands as he watched Peyton walk into the school building. That meant he could go now without having to make conversation with any of the people he'd seen walk in. Not that he made conversation with anyone; period. Looking to his mom he gave her a smile, ''See you later mom, I'll do a shift at the café for you tonight'' he said. Karen nodded, not a hint of a smile touching her face. Turning to Lucas he could see the sadness in her eyes. ''Lucas, I know since we lost Keith you've been struggling but this acting out. It's got to stop okay? Their not going to keep giving you breaks'' Karen began and stopped as tears rimmed her eyes. Lucas nodded looking at the time. Karen gestured for him to go. Pushing the door open, he climbed out slowly looking back at his mom who gave him a half hearted smile as she drove away. Lucas knew he'd hurt his mom recently with him acting out; but he didn't know how to control this feeling he had in his guts. Every time he walked into school he was reminded of being alone in the middle of a school shooting. Sighing he walked forward; he needed to get in before he was late.
Four rows of long desks were placed in the centre of the library all facing forward. The crowd slowly walked in. Brooke marched forward taking the first chair on the first row, being first was always a clever thing to do so you didn't have to sit next to some loser. Sitting down she leant back in her seat; wondering how much sleep she'd catch in this eight hour detention, soon the scuffle of shoes made her look to the door, stood tall and handsome was Nathan Scott. Waving slightly, Nathan waved back walking over taking the seat next to Brooke. Nathan and Brooke were friends, but not enough to 'hang' in the same groups. She was queen Bee, he was a sporto. (Sports guy) they came from the same popularity area, not the same groups. A couple of second's and the last three followed in which consisted off Peyton Sawyer, Hayley James and Lucas Scott; Nathan's brother. Peyton smirked at Nathan and Brooke as she took a seat directly behind Brooke. Hayley choose the second row in, away from Peyton. While Lucas walked all the way to the back of the class room sitting away from everyone. Everyone's eye's followed Lucas; soon they were all hiding a laugh as they realized how weird he was for keeping away from them. Brooke looked at Nathan mouthing ''Freaks'' – The silence took over as they all sat twiddling their thumbs, except for Hayley who was reading a physic's book working away on her latest homework. She had to get higher than an 'F' or her parent's were truly going to freak out on her. Then the door swung open as a tall, grey haired man strode into the library his hand's dug deep in his pockets and a face that showed no emotion. As he took a stance at the front of the desk's he over looked each one of them; never smiling or saying a word. ''Welcome to detention. You will not speak, you will not move from your seats. Do you understand? You have eight hour's to think about why you're here. But this time, I'm going to do something differently.'' Walking around he placed three pieces of paper in front of each student, before walking back to the front of the class room. ''I want you to write an essay, no less than 1000 words about who you think you are. If you don't then their will be another eight hour detention issued until it's completed'' he stopped, to look at Peyton who's feet were propped up on the desk in front of her. She wasn't paying any attention as she played with the cuffs of her leather jacket. ''Miss Sawyer care to come back to earth and listen to what I have to say,'' Mr. Faulkner almost spat. Peyton's eye's lazily looked up to him shrugging. ''My office is right opposite this one, if you move I will see you, if you talk I will hear you. So don't try anything okay?'' He finished turning on his heel he stormed out leaving them silent. Brooke looked over her shoulder at the rest of the room; turning back she looked at the paper in front of her. What the heck was she going to write? Sighing she pushed the paper away from her. Peyton picked a piece of her paper up screwing it into a ball throwing it off Brooke's head, who snapped around to look at her. ''Got a problem Blondie?'' Brooke sneered as she looked her dead in the eye. Peyton smiled nodding ''Yeah I don't like cheerleaders.'' Peyton snarled back. Brooke sucked in a breath and turned from her. This was going to be one very long eight hours.
A/N; Hey guys, so this was basically introducing the characters and starting the story. This whole story is basically what happens in the eight hours of them being stuck in the class room and trust me; a lot happens! This idea is taken from the film The Breakfast Club. (Go and watch it! It's amazing!) But if you all like it, I might write a second one after this is finished as I really love this story idea.