The Breakfast Club: Retold.
This is a fanfic. I do NOT own anything related to The Breakfast Club. This is simply me doing a dream fan based story. The only thing I do own is my Original Created Character and my own plot of this story. Also, some of the deleted scenes that were cut from the movie will be written and the story will continue on from Sunday, Monday, school, prom and on to the future. Thank you. Sequel Coming soon as well.
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"... And these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through...
- David Bowie"
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Brian's Monologue: 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 it was 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 the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, a breed, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...
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First to show up outside is Claire Standish with her father and a BMW. Claire is the prom-queen and clearly a snob but most times she can be a conceded bitch as some would say.
Claire: I can't believe you can't get me out of this...I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like I'm defective or anything.
Claire's Father: I'll make it up to you...Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day.
Claire rolls her eyes and gets out of the car and walks up the school's front steps as her father drives off. Then next to show up is Brian Johnson with his mom and little sister. Brian is the typical nerd or geek in school and would have a hard time fitting in.
Brian's Mother: (Angry) Hey! Is this the first time or last time we do this?
Brian: (Nervous) Last...
Brian's Mother: Well get in there and use the time to your advantage...
Brian: Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing.
Brian's Mother: Well mister you figure out a way to study!
Brian's Sister: (Annoyingly) Yeah!
Brian's Mother: Well go!
Brian gets out of the car, shuts the door and walks up to the school.
Next to show up is Andrew Clark, Andy for short. Andrew was the school jock and wrestler, wearing a letterman's jacket with patches. He shows up with his dad in his truck.
Andrew's Father: Hey, I screwed around...guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, Sport.
Andrew: Yeah, Mom already reemed me, alright?
Andrew's Father: You wanna miss a match? You wanna blow your ride? Now no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!
Andrew glares at his father then gets out of the truck, slams the door and walks up to the school.
Next to show up walking is John Bender, mostly people just call him by his last name as if it was his first. Bender was the school's resident trouble maker, rebel, badass or punk as many people would have a lot of things to say about him, some in good ways but most of the times are bad. As he's walking, a car is coming towards him but he doesn't stop walking and then the car slams directly on it's breaks in front of him.
Next to show up from the exact same car that almost hit Bender is Allison Reynolds. To people she's the weird child, psycho, crazy but mostly she is known as the basket-case. She comes out of the car wearing all black, and then steps forward to the car's front window to say goodbye to her mother but the car drives off quickly leaving a screeching tire noise leaving Allison to walk up to the school.
And last but not least (Literally) to show up was Bernia Lee. She was what every boy had dreamed of being with and who could blame them? She's just as mysterious as she is seductive. She had looks, beauty, brains but most of all what women would die to keep, power.
She has that kind of manipulative opportunist mind to get what she wants and she can be real bitch about it even when she doesn't get it but in a sexy way. She was of course a breed due to her being a biker chick yet a femme fatale. She arrived on her Honda V-65 Magna Motorcycle, parked it right next to the school stairs then took out the keys, put them in her pocket and walked into the school. Thus walking into what would be the most unpredictable 8 hours ever.