A/N: Hello! This is my first Merlin fanfic so please let me know how I'm doing. This is based off of the breakfast club, so see if you can spot any of the one liners I used from the movie! Shout out to user rubberglue for helping me with the ideas. Check out her work, especially Adventures In Babysitting, she's really great.

Note: Morgana, Uther, and Arthur are not related in this story. At the beginning there's a bit from each person's point of view, then the rest of the chapter is from Merlin's point of view

Stay Gold —Brenna

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or The Breakfast Club, they belong to the original creators

Sincerely, The Breakfast Club- 7:00 AM

It was raining on Saturday when three cars pulled up in front of Albion High. In a mercedes-benz sat Morgana le Fay, who was looking at the school in disgust.

"You really can't get me out of this?" She said to her dad, who patted her arm sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I'll make it up to you sometime."

"Whatever." Morgana sighed and stepped out on to the pavement, holding her purse over her head.

In a pickup truck, Arthur King was tuning out his father.

"Arthur! Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, Father." He said automatically.

"If you want that scholarship you'll screw around less and practice more, unless you wanna end up like that guy."

Arthur's father pointed to a boy crossing the street in rag tag clothes and sunglasses, despite that there was no sun shining. The boy took a long drag on his cigarette and tossed it on the ground carelessly.

Arthur shook his head. "No, sir."

"Then get in there and get this over with."

Arthur made sure to slam the car door behind him.

Gwen Thomas glanced at Mrs. Hooper, who was staring straight ahead absentmindedly. Gwen cleared her throat. No response.

"Uh...thank you for the ride, Mrs. Hooper. You'll be picking me up right? At 5?"

The lady nodded once, and Gwen hoped she heard her, otherwise she'd be walking home. She waved after she shut the door, but Mrs. Hooper didn't even look her way.

Merlin Emrys exhaled a cloud of smoke and put his sunglasses in his pocket. He kicked the door of the media center and smirked at the familiar room. A girl with curly hair in a tight ponytail was sitting in his usual seat with a stack of loose leaf and a pencil laid out neatly in front of her. Merlin glared at her and sat behind a girl in expensive looking clothes with a pout on her face. A jock in a letter jacket strode in and sat down next to her.

Behind the jock was the Devil Himself.

"At least you were all on time." Vice principal Uther Pendragon sneered. "Welcome to detention. From 7 am to 5 pm you will think about whatever it is you've done."

Rich Girl raised her hand. "Excuse me? I know this is detention but I don't think I belong here." She glanced around at everybody else, and Merlin snorted. Uther ignored this and continued his speech.

"You will not speak, you will not laugh, and you" at this he pointed right at Merlin "will not sleep."

Merlin widened his eyes. "Mr. Pendragon how can I be expected to function without a healthy full eight hours of sleep?"

Uther ignored this too. "Today you will each be writing a thousand word essay about who you think you are. Maybe you'll decide if you want to return here next Saturday."

He handed out paper and pencils to everyone except for Seat Stealer Girl. Then he pointed at Merlin again.

"No trouble, Emrys."

The door slammed shut and Merlin looked around.

"Are you all gonna be this quiet the whole time?" He asked. "Really?"

No one said anything. Then Merlin noticed a weird biting noise. He turned to see Seat Stealer chewing her pencil and staring down at her paper, where she had a venn diagram drawn. This girl was actually doing her essay?

Merlin gawked. She glanced over and blushed, taking the pencil out of her mouth and placing it on the table.

"Hey, brain. If you keep eating that pencil, you won't have any room for lunch."

"Would you mind shutting up?" Rich Girl had twisted around in her seat and was glaring at him. "No one here is interested in conversing with you."

"Exactly." The jock said. Merlin directed his gaze at him.

"Sorry, Sporto. I didn't mean to interrupt your thoughts, I'm sure they were extremely complex."

Rich Girl rolled her eyes.

"Or maybe you were thinking about prom queen here. Don't you too make a beautiful couple?" Merlin's voice dripped sarcasm.

"Shut up!" Rich Girl yelled, her green eyes bright and angry.

"If you keep yelling Pendragon's gonna come in here and I don't want to miss my meet next week." Jock said to both of them.

"I'm sure that would be traumatizing, missing a whole wresting meet."

"Shut it, you've never played a sport before."

Merlin shrugged. "Maybe I'll just join the wresting team."

"They wouldn't take you." Rich Girl giggled, and for some reason Merlin felt himself reddening.

"At least I don't have to wear tights." He said swiftly.

"You have to wear tights?" Seat Stealer spoke up for the first time, cringing a little when everyone stared at her. Merlin chuckled at her innocent expression, she unaware that they were just arguing.

"I wear the required uniform." Jock replied

The girl blinked. "Isn't that tights?"

He rolled his eyes and a heavy silence fell for a minute before Rich Girl turned around again.

"What's your name?" She asked

"Merlin. What's yours."

"Morgana. It's a family name."

Merlin's nose wrinkled his nose. "It's an ugly name."

"I'm not ugly." Morgana said.

"I didn't say you were. How much did that nose job cost?"

"Shut the hell up."

"Make me."

After that it got quiet again, and Merlin decided it was time to catch up on his eight hours. So he put his head on the table and closed his eyes, slipping into an uncomfortable sleep.