A/N: WOAH, new story! And what is this? A Breakfast Club fanfic? That's right lovelies, I am totally doing a cliche Breakfast Club fanfiction where a 6th character is added to the group, blah, blah, blah. But it's fun, so read it anyways! ENJOY!

And remember I own nothing except the thespian!

Saturday March 24th, 1984.

Shermer High School. Shermer, Illinois. 60062.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever we did wrong, what we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us… in the simplest terms and most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a princess, a thespian, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o' clock this morning.

We were brainwashed…

Chapter 1

The princess sat in her father's silver BMW, annoyed as she looked at the school in front of her. "I can't believe you couldn't get me out of this," she said, pushing a piece of short, red hair out of her face. "I mean, it's so absurd that I have to be here on a Saturday. It's not like I'm defective or anything."

Her father smiled at his daughter. "I'll make it up to you. Honey ditching school to go shopping doesn't make you defective." He handed her a small shopping bag as she rolled her eyes at his response. "Have a good day."

She didn't say anything as she got out of the car.

In the car just behind was the brain, who was being given a stern talking to by his mother. "Now," she said haughtily, "is this the first or last time we do this?"

He glanced down at his shoes, mumbling, "Last."

"Well then get in there and use that time to your advantage."

The brain's gaze flicked from the floor to his mother. "Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing."

His mother glared directly at him, pointing a finger. "Well mister you figure out a way to study."

At that moment his little sister decided to speak with a whiny little, "Yeah!"

His mother shoos him away. "Well go!"

Next in the car line was the athlete, picking at one of the many patches on his letterman's jacket. His father was looking just beyond him, his hands gripped to the steering wheel.

"Hey, I screwed around – guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, Sport."

The athlete was nodding, not looking in the direction of his father. "Yeah, Mom already reamed me, alright?"

It apparently wasn't alright though, because his father grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving the car. "You wanna miss a match? You wanna blow your ride? Now, no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case."

The criminal sauntered up to the school, apparently having no ride. A car drove towards him, but he didn't move out of the way, even when it was only feet from hitting him. It suddenly lurched to a halt, allowing the basket-case to get out.

She realized that the car was still there. Tentatively, she walked to the front window, as if to say goodbye, but the car just sped away without a second thought.

"Now are you sorry for what you did?" The thespian pushed her glasses up her nose as an excuse not to look at her mother.

"Yes. I have been for the past two days." As she said this, her mother's expression softened, and handed her a lunch bag.

"Good, now get in there. You don't want to be late for detention. I most certainly don't want you to come back here next weekend too."

She nodded to her mother, putting the lunch into her normal bag and flipped her long blonde hair across her shoulder. "Um, bye."

Even though her mother was smiling, her voice was harsh as she said, "Get."

She stumbled out over her long skirt, already knowing this was going to be an interesting day.

A/N: Well, what did you guys think of that? Good? Bad? Leave a review telling me how you thought it was and if you'd like to read more.