Dear Mr Starkweather,

We accept the fact we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an 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. The most convenient definitions. you see us as a brain. And an athlete. And a basket case. And a princess. And a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven -o- clock this morning. We were brainwashed.

Saturday, March 22nd, 1984. Shermer High School. 6:52 am

"I can't believe I'm here on a Saturday." Magnus Bane complained. He was sat in his father's BMW, outside Shermer High School. On a Saturday. "It's not like I'm defective or anything like that!" He muttered, shaking his head, scattering glitter along the dark leather of the car, and along the shoulders of his extremely expensive new leather jacket. His new hair gel made him look like he had glitter for dandruff, and he would do anything to go out then and get his preferred, tried and trusted brand, Ricky's. "Ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you defective." His father said, eyebrows raised and a small smile playing at his lips. "Have a great day." He smiled, handing him a grey paper bag from the backseat, and placing a hand on his shoulder. Magnus rolled his stormy green and yellow eyes,before sliding out the car and strutting to up the school steps.

"Simon Lewis, is this the first time or last time we do this?" Elaine Lewis barked, her piercing eyes trained on Simon in an intense glare.

"The last, mom" He sighed. He irritably pushed his curling brown hair out of eyes. His older sister, Rebecca, was lounging in the back seat, barley even concealing her grin, her legs spread over the seats, leaning against the door.

"Well get in there, and use the time to your advantage." She carried on, her eyes still burning through Simon.

"Mom, I can't, we just sit there!"

"I don't care, Simon, you better figure out a way to study, or else!"

"Yeah, Simon." Rebecca grinned, her eyes twinkling in the early morning light. He sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose, hanging his head. "Well? What're you waiting for? Get in there!" His mother shouted.

"There's nothing wrong with screwing around, you know I screwed around. The difference is, you got caught." Jace Herondale sat in his fathers car, his golden eyes trained on his feet below him, with his curling golden hair hanging loosely over his eyes.

"Mom already had a go at me, alright?" He muttered, already annoyed at the fact he was awake at six in the morning to get to school on a Saturday, and worse, there for detention.

"You wanna blow your ride, Herondale?" Stephen Herondale yelled "You know the school aint' gonna give that scholarship to a discipline case. " Jace was used to the pressure. the pressure of having to constantly be the best, to win, again and again. He turned and got out the car, grabbing the brown paper bag containing his lunch, and slamming the car door behind him.

Clarissa Fairchild was used to being ignored. She was ignored at home, and at school. Everyday she would sit in the art room at school, just herself and her paints, ignored by the entire student body. She got out of her fathers car, staring up at the school in front of her, a grey building blocking the sunrise. As she turned around to her fathers car, still behind her, she stepped to check the drivers seat, only for her father to start to drive away, but a boy walked out in front of the car, ignoring her father, and carried on across the road. That was a change. She watched him, as he walked to the pavement, and up the steps to the school, and in through the doors.

Alexander Lightwood walked quickly along the sidewalk, his straight black hair swaying gently, on the way to another detention. His sunglasses on, trench jacket wrapped tightly around him, and his finger-less gloved hands in his pockets. As he neared the school, he could see a car, seemingly waiting outside the school. He wondered who it was. He was usually the only one in the library. Every Saturday since he had begun his junior year at Shermer High School he had been in detention, giving the head, Mr Starkweather, a great chance to know him. As he crossed the road, not giving a single shit the car was still there, he walked across, only to have the car begin to move forward as a small red headed girl stepped toward the drivers window, and quickly step back as it began to move forward. He carried on, ignoring the girl, and ignoring the car.

Magnus Bane had NEVER been in detention. Ever. And he knew it would be the last god-damn time he was ever in it, stuck with all the criminals, druggies and kids who just couldn't get enough of each other. He watched the doorway, waiting to see if anyone else came in, or the need to hide underneath the desk. He was stuck in the school's library, sat at the front, his arms resting on the table. A figure appeared in the doorway, and a skinny brown haired boy with glasses slipped in, a dark green jacket around him, and a colourful hat around his head. His eyes followed the boy as he took in his surroundings, and slid into the seat behind him, placing his lunch under the table. Magnus had no idea what the boy had done to get into the detention, he looked a lot more like a nerd than a criminal. A taller figure walked in, and he saw Jace Herondale, the star of Shermer High School. With all his golden looks, and his body of a god, encased in a school lettered jacket, it was no wonder why he was the schools main attraction. He slowly strutted over to where Magnus sat, gesturing to the seat on the end of the table he was sat, on with a slim, tanned arm. Magnus just shrugged. He knew what Jace had done to get into detention, the whole fucking school did, and boy, was it weird the schools beloved wrestling champion sat near him in the school library on a Saturday. No sooner had Jace sat down, a figure appeared, who was Alexander Lightwood. Alexander Lightwood. Dear god. Magnus was terrified. As he strutted in, Alexander began to feel along everything on the front desk, the computer, the books, pens, and he picked up a packet of post it notes, began flicking through them, and putting them in his pocket. He surveyed the scene in front of him. He looked over to where the brown haired boy was sat behind Magnus, walked over and gestured to table across from him with an arm. The boy reluctantly picked his stuff up, and slid over to the other desk. Alexander pulled out the chair on the end and sat down in the one next to it, pulling his feet up onto the chair in front of him. He leaned back in his seat, his head back and shades still on. Magnus looked at Jace in horror, and his golden eyes were narrowed, clearly not liking the situation. At least that's all. He thought with a sigh. But no such luck. A small girl rushed through the doors, her red, curling hair flying behind her, and a big black jacket wrapped tightly around her. She kept her head down as she rushed past Magnus, then past Alexander, around all the the desks, and behind the boy with glasses at the other end of the room. Magnus turned to look at Jace, who was watching the girl. He looked over at Magnus, catching his eye, then grinned at him, snickering. The girl clearly didn't belong anywhere. He caught the nerd looking at the girl in confusion, before quickly looking down at the table and raising his eyebrows.

As the small red headed girl Alexander Lightwood had seen outside sat down, Mr Starkweather, who looked extremely pleased with himself walked in, his arms swinging lazily by his sides, pencils and paper in each hand. "Well well.. Here we are." He mussed. "I want to congratulate you all on being on time." He smirked. "Excuse me, Sir." The boy with spiky black hair on the table in front of him said, raising a leather gloved hand. "I think there's been a mistake. I do know it's detention, but, um, I really don't think I belong in here.." He sighed out. God did Alec hate people like that. All the students in the clique, who figured they didn't belong anywhere other than at their table, with their friends. He knew the boy in front of him was called Magnus, and was extremely rich, and if he didn't know that, he could've guessed buy his glitter covered hair, and expensive leather jacket, pants, and matching leather gloves. Mr Starkweather didn't say anything, merely smirking and looking down at the boy, before straightening out an arm and looking down at his watch. "It is now seven -o- six." He continued as if the boy hadn't spoken. Alec glanced over at the boy across from him, looking over his feet and the top of the chair, to find him pulling up the sleeve of his jacket, and looking at what he supposed was a watch, his wavy brown hair falling in front of his glasses. Honestly, he thought. Couldn't he just trust what other people said? " You have exactly eight hours and fifty four minutes to think about why you're here." The pair in front of him exchanged another look. Fuck. He could tell they were going to be annoying. Alec, who knew this was going to be a very entertaining Saturday, spat up into the air, before tipping back his head and catching it. The boy in front of his looked like he would throw up, as he gasped, shaking his head and covering a painted mouth with a gloved hand and turning back to face the front. "You may not talk." He said sternly, pointing to the Asian boy. "You may not move from these seats" He carried on, as the nerd on the table across from him began to move seats, before looking up at Starkweather, pausing, and returning to his original seat. "And you," Starkweather glared at him, before pulling the chair up from under Alec's feet and slamming it loudly under the table, "Will not sleep." He carried on glaring at him, as he walked away to the isle in between the tables. "Alright people, we're going to try something a little different today." He said, continuing his speed, and rustling the paper in his hands. "We are going to write an essay." He smiled, looking down at the brown haired boy in front of him, and walking to the small red headed girl, who currently had her back to everyone, her small head down, and hands in her lap. "No less than a thousand words." Starkweather grinned as the girl turned her head, red hair covering her face, a scowl on her mouth, as he slapped a piece of paper and a pencil down on her desk. "Describing to me, who you think you are."he walked over to where Alec was sat, slapping paper across his desk. "This a test?" Alec muttered, spreading his legs out in front of him. "And when I say essay," He shouted, putting paper on the brown haired boys desk. Alec lifted his feet up on the table, watching Starkweather in confusion. "I mean essay." He carried on walking back to the front of the library, putting a paper down in front of the golden boy in the lettered jacket and the boy covered in glitter. " I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times." He stood at the front, eyebrows raised, and his hands behind his back."That clear, Mr Lightwood?" He politely asked Alec. Son of a bitch. Alec had already found a good enough loop hole. "Crystal" He replied, looking at his hand in front of him. "Good." Starkweather smiled. "Maybe, you'll learn something about yourself. Maybe, you'll even decide whether or not you wish to return." Alec rolled his eyes. He could answer the fucking question there on the spot if he wanted. The brown haired boy with glasses echoed this thought, as he stood up, and raised his hand. "Um, you know I can answer that now, sir, it's a no, a no from me, as-" "Sit down, Lewis." Starkweather sneered. "Thank you, sir." The boy, who's last name was Lewis, finished, as he sat down, pulling his chair forward. Alec watched him with raised eyebrows and a smirk. "My office is right across that hallway. Any funny business is ill advised." He said, pointing through the double wooden doors, and looked directly at Alec. "Any questions?" He asked, watching the pair at the front. The boy with the curly blond hair shook his head, which was down, his eyes on the paper. Starkweather smirked at Alec, as he started to leave. "Yeah, I got a question." Alec supplied. Starkweather turned around to look at him, eyebrows raised. "Does Barry Manilow know you raided his wardrobe?" He asked innocently, pleased at the snickers he got from the two boys at the front. "I can give you the answer to that question next Saturday, Mr Lightwood" Starkweather smiled. "Don't mess with the bull young man, or you'll get the horns." He glared, before stalking out the library.

And that's the first chapter...! The Breakfast Club is one of my favorite films, and a few days ago I had a look to see if there were any TMI/ The Breakfast Club fan-fictions, and there was only one, that was discontinued. I was kinda surprised, as I thought a lot more people would've known about the film, and then made a intertwined the two stories, but no, just the one. If you don't know about the film, it's about five kids who get stuck in detention on a Saturday, and they break down the high school social barriers. I've been in love with this film for around 2 years, and it's amazing! So I do hope you do go and watch the film, as I would recommend it so much. I would also recommend the soundtrack, as it's probably one of my favorite albums.

Anyway, enough of some of my two favorite things, and hey! I'm back! I'm sorry for those who read Her Broken Promise, as I'm unsure whether or not I'm going to continue it. In other news, I recently read the A Court Of Thorns And Roses series, and I love them! Honestly, Rhysand just makes me sweat. So does Leonardo DiCaprio, because have you looked at him?! I'm also wearing my Romeo and Juliet top while writing this :).

That's all from me for now, so don't forget to review, because who knows, maybe Leo could pay you a little visit ;).
Disclaimer- I also own nothing of this, all rights go to Cassandra Clare and John Hughes.