Hey there people! Okay, so I was recently watching The Breakfast Club and instantly thought of that bad parody of a show that Victorious. Don't get me wrong, it was okay, but I decided that I should probably do my version. It's close to the movie so... I hope you enjoy. Keep in mind that this is my first fanfic ever so cut me some slack. ENJOY!
P.S. The characters may be of out of character sometimes. They're suppose match the roles of those in the movie. Now enjoy.
Chapter I.
Who Do You Think You Are?
Dear Vice Principal Dickers,
We understand and accept the fact that we had to serve Saturday detention for whatever reason that you gave it to us. We know what we did was wrong, but we think that you're crazy for forcing is to write an essay on our feelings and who we are. It doesn't matter because you'll see us as you see us. No matter what we write, you'll always see us as a brain, a conceded actor-to-be, a ditz, a princess of darkness, an annoying musician, and a sickly singer wanna be. In actuality, that's what we saw in each other seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed.
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"Robert I have never in all my life been this upset at you." Anne Shapiro scolded her son as she pull up in front of Hollywood Arts entrance. The parking lot was bone empty, almost giving the place a lonesome drag.
Robbie pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked down on the car floor, purposely not meeting his mother's gaze.
"I know mom, I'm sorry."
The brown haired woman eased up a little. Only a little, "When you get into that building, you better study and study hard. Robert, I swear if you do something like this again, you'll never see the break of day ever again. Now think about it. How is this going to look in your portfolio when colleges come on the prowl? You're damaging any chance of you having a successful career!"
The teen nodded, feeling more and more guilty as his mother lays it on thick. He barely has the heart to tell her that they can't actually study in detention. The whole point was to fill them up with boredom for eight long hours. Instead of saying this, Robbie gulped it back.
"Alright, I understand."
Mrs. Shapiro sighed satisfied and motioned for her son to get out of the car. Robbie obliged by opening up the door and hopping out. After closing the door behind him, he turned around to face the school that lies ahead. A school that seems so much lonelier without its gates being flooded by mobs of talented teenagers.
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Jade West crossed her arms angrily as she attempted to drown out her father's ranting a ravening on how she was disgracing the family's name. She could care less that her father is a retired Marine Master Colonel With him having some rank in the military, he believed that his family should have more pride and better mannerism. Jade was the complete opposite.
"Jade, you got to get your head in the game! If you make one mistake on the battle field, your entire life could be on a warpath."
Jade rolled her eyes at her dad's military talk and shuffled around a bit in her seat as they pulled into the parking lot of H.A, "How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't do anything? It was all a misconception."
"How is it a misconception when all the evidence points your way. Should I request to watch the servalence footage then?"
Jade clenched her fists, trying to stop herself from punching the window. Had she rode with her mom, the she'd already did it. Her dad is a completely different story. Even Jade tries to stay off his pissy side.
Colonel West parked the car into one of the empty slots before turning his head to face his daughter.
"This is the Last time we're having this discussion. I always find myself driving you to a detention or to a conference. No more, understand?"
Jade tried to push back a groan that was forcing its self out. Opening the door and getting out all too quickly, she nodded, "Yes, I understand."
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David Vega pulled his police car behind the red Mustang that was in front of him. He and his daughter waited for the pale girl that just emerged from the vehicle to get out of the way before they pulled up in drove up.
"Dad, do you think you can get me out of this?" Tori Vega asked as she picked up her bags off the floor of the car. David sighed, almost inaudible.
"You know I'd normally try and help you out sweetie, but what you did this time was wrong. I was personally shocked when I learned about you skipping and going to a concert during school hours."
Tori was defeated. She didn't know who ratted her out, but they certainly served her an injustice.
"So...I guess I'm grounded. Right?"
The older man nodded slightly before adjusting his seat belt, "Yep. Mom grounded you."
Sighing heavily, Tori opened the cruiser's door and headed towards the most inconvenience she'd ever experienced.
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Andre Harris parked his gray car into the student parking area before getting out and locking his door. The place was so deserted (besides the four other cars that were beginning to form in the front of the building), he wouldn't be surprised if he had spotted a tumble weed or two. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Andre slowly walked around the building, already bored to tears. Vice Principle Dickers was just being...well...a dick when he sentenced the boy to three Saturday detentions back to back. Since Andre was being Andre, he shrugged them off and looked at it on the bright side. Wait...there is no bright side. Ugh.
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A cute little red head quietly walked into towards the building with an adorable pink notebook and pen. She watched silently as the other Saturday Dententionees approach their weekend doom. Cat Valentine sighed as she wrote everything she saw in her notebook before turning around heading for the inside of the building. She didn't understand why everyone looked so gloomy. Detention is going to fun. Isn't it?
Giggling to herself, the girl opened the doors of the school, embracing the quietness with open arms.
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The boy walked up to the school with his hands in his pockets. He noticed the several cars pulling out of the drive way and smirked. Today's going to an interesting day, he thought to himself as he red adjusted the red scarf around his neck. He's used to going to Saturday detention, by himself or accompanied by others. It didn't cause him any trouble in his schedule. In actuality, it fulfilled it.
Fully smiling now, the boy opened the double doors of Hollywood Arts and breathe in the almost fruity smelling air.
"Welcome home, Beck Oliver."
Okay, so this is the introduction scene. The next chapter is when the story line is starting to come into play. Hope it wasn't that bad...so review!
