The Breakfast Club
Re-written by Isobelle Charlotte
Character List so we don't get confused: Vernon: Pulitzer Bender: Spot Brian: David Andrew: Jack Claire: Rave Allison: Chord Custodian: Weasel Brian's Sister: Les (I'm turning it to a boy.not a sister) Added Characters: Racetrack Denton Curly Fry
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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 gong through.." -David Bowie
Saturday March 24, 1984
Shermer High School
Shermer Illinois, 60062
Dear Mr. Pulitzer,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that 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, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a gambler, a pedophile, a punk 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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Rave sat in her father's Mercedes in the school parking lot, staring up at the building in disgust. She rolled her eyes and looked at her father. " 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 a defective or anything." She complained flipping her hair back. " I'll make it up to you. Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day," her father answered handing her a bagged lunch in a GUCCI pink bag. Rave opened the door and forced a smile, then slammed the door rolling her eyes as she made her way to the front steps of the school.
* * * David sat in his mother's station wagon, looking up at the school and sighing. " Is this the first time or the last time you do this?" his mother asked. " Last." he huffed turning to see his mother's scouring face. " Well, get in there and use the time to your advantage." She tried to say, but David cut her off. " Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing," he tried to explain. " Well mister, you figure out a way to study," his mother hissed in his ear. " Yeah!" David's kid brother, Les, yelled annoyingly from the backseat. " Well go!" his mother yelled shooing him out of the car. He grabbed his brown-bagged lunch and headed for the school, adjusting the green jacket he was wearing.
* * * Jack adjusted his letterman jacket, looking down at the patches. He father put the truck into park and looked at him. " Hey, I screwed around.guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, Sport," he father sounded disappointed. " Yeah, Mom already reamed me, all right?" Jack shot back. " You wanna miss a match? You wanna blow your ride to Santa Fe? Now no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case." His father screamed. Jack grabbed his lunch and got out of the car, slamming the door shoot and marching off to the front doors of the school.
* * * Spot made his way towards the school, adjusting his sunglasses on his face. He looked over his shoulder and saw a car heading towards him, but it didn't stop him. The car slammed on its breaks, the driver staring coldly at him as he continued to walk towards the school. A girl got out of the car, dressed in black from head to toe. She looked through the car window just as the car sped off. She huffed and turned on her heel following Spot towards the school doors.
* * * " Can't I just skip?" Curly Fry whined looking at her brother. " If ya do that, ma will flip. I served plenty of Saturday detentions in my life. You'll be fine. Now get your ass in there." Her brother hissed as she opened the car door, stepping out in her punk outfit, inspired by Cyndi Lauper. She looked up at the school, and sighed.
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" Stupid." Racetrack said parking his bike in the racks, looking at up at the school. " I shouldn't be here," the thought. " What am I doing here? Not like I did something wrong." he let his mind trail off as he headed into the school.
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When Rave got to the library she noticed that one of the eight tables already had someone sitting in it. She looked around and decided that the first table would be good and she sat down as David walked in sat down at the table behind her. Jack looked around the library and the spotted Rave sitting at the front table. He pointed the seat next to her. " That taken?" he asked. Rave shrugged and he slipped in the chair next to her. They turned the face the library doors just as Spot walked in, touching everything in sight at the check out desk and taking a few things and stuffing them in his oversized jacket. He walked over to where David was sitting and pointed to another table on the opposite side of the library. " But-." David started to say, but sighed and picked up his stuff and moved to the table where Spot had pointed out. Spot nodded and sat down and propped his feet up on another chair. Chord walked in, her head staring down and shuffling fast to the back of the library where she flopped down behind David. Jack and Rave looked at each other and snickered as David looked at Chord in confusion and then turned away. Curly Fry walked in and looked around, finding an empty table and sitting down as Race walked in behind her, sitting down in front of her. He pulled out a pack of cards and started to shuffle them, then put them back in his pocket just as the library doors swung open again. Pulitzer walked in, holding a stack of papers in his left hand. He frowned looking at the group. " Well.well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time." He said rudely as Rave's arm went up in the air. " Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but.um.I don't think I belong here." Rave expressed. " Me either," Race added shaking his head. " It's now, seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways." Pulitzer kept going, ignoring Rave and Race's comments. Spot leaned his head back and started to spit in the air, catching it in his mouth again. " Eww," Claire muttered watching Spot like she was going to gag. " .and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats," Pulitzer continued. He glanced at Spot and pointed at him. " And you," he said, pulling the chair out from under Spot's feet. " Will not sleep. All right people, we're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay-of no less than a thousand words-describing to me you who you think you are." " Is this a test?" Spot questioned as Pulitzer handed out paper and pencils ignoring him all together. " And when I say essay." he looked over at Curly Fry. " I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Conlon?" He asked turning to Spot who looked up at him. " Crystal." Spot replied sitting back in his chair playing with a pair of cut-off gloves he had on. " Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even- decide whether or not you care to return." Pulitzer replied. David raised his hand and stood up. " You know, I can answer that right now, sir.That'd be "No," no for me. 'Cause." David stammered. " Sit down Jacob's." Pulitzer hollered. " Thank you sir," David replied, sitting back down in his seat. " My office," Pulitzer pointed, " is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised." " I like lamas," Curly Fry muttered looking down at her hands, which she folded, letting them rest on the table. Pulitzer stared at her, then glanced around. " Any questions?" Pulitzer asked ignoring Curly Fry's rude comments. " Yeah.I got a question." Spot spoke up, Pulitzer glaring at him suspiciously. " Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" " I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Conlon, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." Pulitzer replied pointing at him and turning to leave. " Sir," Denton stammered nervously. " I have a question." " Not now Mr. Denton," Pulitzer hushed him with the back of his hand. " That man.is a brownie hound..." Spot pointed at Pulitzer as he walked out of the Library, fixing the doors so that they stayed open and he could see them from his office. Everyone started to get comfortable, moving around in their seats when they started to hear a lout snapping sound. David turned to see Chord biting her nails aggressively. Spot turned, eyes wide open gawking at her as everyone turned to see her feasting on her nails. Chord looked up noticing everyone looking at her. " You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch." Spot teased as Chord spit part of her nail at him. "I've seen you before, you know." Spot started as Pulitzer sat down at his desk in his office, propping his feet up and checking his watch. " Who am I?" David asked himself quietly fiddling with his pen. " Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you?" He looked at his pen and then attached it to his bottom lip and put the top under his lip. "I am a walrus." Spot stared at David in utter confusion. David glanced over to see him staring at him like a sideshow freak and started to laugh, taking the pen out of his mouth embarrassed. Racetrack pulled out a pair of dice and rolled them around in his hand and then checking what number they were at, now and then mumbling "yes" and making a fist and jerking his arm back with a quick thrust. Curly Fry rolled her eyes and pulled out a stick of gum, placing it in her mouth and chewing it. She would now and then pull out some out with her finger, twirling it around her index finger and the sucking it off and blowing a bubble. Denton pulled out a pocket note pad and began to scribble things down, looking around at each person. He then bent down, sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth and scribble crazily. Spot and David began to take their jackets off at the same time, and noticed each other doing the same thing. David stopped removing his jacket as Spot took his the whole way off. David rubbed his hands together, then blowing in them pretending his was cold, and the pulled his jacket back on. He glanced over to see Spot still staring at him. " It's the shits, huh?" David asked as Spot glared at him. "Ha ha ha." David uttered an uncomfortable laugh. Spot turned away, picking up his essay paper and crumpling it up in a ball, throwing it at Rave. He missed as it flew over her head. Jack and Claire look at it in acknowledgement, but continue to ignore Spot. " Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.nah, nah, nah." Spot started singing loudly part of a musical song. " I can't believe this is really happening to me." Claire muttered to herself as Spot stopped singing abruptly. " Oh, shit! What're we s'posed to do if we hafta take a piss?" Spot asked sarcastically. " Please." Rave rolled her eyes in disgust. " If you gotta go..." Spot said unzipping his fly, Denton looking up intrigued. "You gotta go," he continued as everyone turned to look at him. " Oh my God!" Rave breathed now completely disgusted. " He really gonna go?" Race asked looking back at Curly Fry who shrugged. " Hey, you're not urinating in here man!" Jack half-yelled placing his right arm on the back of the chair and turning to look at Spot. " Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!" Spot moaned. " You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" Jack threatened as Spot gasped mockingly. " You're pretty sexy when you get angry.grrr!" Spot teased, turning to David. "Hey, homeboy." David pointed to himself with his pen, looking around, and then back at Spot. " Why don't you go close that door? We'll get the prom queen impregnated!" He smiled as Rave turned and glared at him. " Hey!" Jack started, but Spot just ignored him and looked at Rave. " Hey!" Jack yelled again. " What?" Spot asked turning to Jack with annoyance. " If I lose my temper, you're totaled man." Jack threatened again. " Really?" Spot mocked. " Totally," Jack reinstated. " Why don't you just shut up? Nobody here is interested!" Rave suggested to Spot. " Really!" Jack confirmed, turning to Rave. "Butt face." " Hey, I'm interested," Denton offered, but everyone ignored him. " Well, hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" Spot asked trying to be funny. " Excuse me, fellas? I think we should just write our papers." David said nervously. " Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So knock it off!" Jack ordered as Spot mockingly registered a pain in his face. " It's a free country." Spot answered. " He's just doing it to get a rise out of you! Just ignore him." Rave instructed Jack. " Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried!" Spot replied to Rave as she rolled her eyes. "So.so! Are you guys like boyfriend girlfriend? Steady dates? Lo-vers? Come on Sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot.beef.injection?" Spot asked as Jack and Rave turned to face him. " Got to hell!" Rave screamed. " Enough!" Jack yelled. " Hey, what's going on in there?" Pulitzer yelled, cocking his head to look across the hall. "Smug little pricks!" he said to himself. Spot and Jack are stared at each other when Jack finally turned away from him. " Scumbag!" he mumbled as Spot got up and walked over to the railing and sat on it. " What do you say we close that door? We can't have any kind of party with Pulitzer checking us out every few seconds." Spot suggested jerking his head towards the door. " Well, you know the door's s'posed to stay open." David informed. " So what?" Spot asked looking at him. " So why don't you just shut up?" Jack looked at him. "There's seven other people in here you know." " I don't care," Denton piped in again, everyone still ignoring him. " God, you can count. See! I knew you had to be smart to be a.a wrestler." Spot mocked checking out Jack's letterman jacket. " Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?" Jack asked. " Really." Rave added folding her arms over her chest. " You know, Conlon, you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school." Jack hissed at him. Spot looked slightly upset for a second, pausing before he speaking, hiding his true emotions. " Well.I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." Spot said as Curly Fry giggled, Spot glaring at her as Rave and Jack started to laugh. "Maybe the prep club too! Student council." " No, they wont' take you." Jack shook his head. " I'm hurt," Spot mocked, running his finger down from his eye to his cheek like it was a tear. " You know why guys like you knock everything?" Rave asked. " This should be stunning..." Spot said to himself. " Cause they have small dicks?" Curly Fry offered. " No. It's because you're afraid." Rave hissed, emphasizing on the word, 'afraid'. " Oh, God! You richies are so smart! That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities!" Spot answered with mock enthusiasm. " You're a big coward!" Rave continued. " I'm in the math club." David said to no one in particular, but feeling left out. " See you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it." Rave kept going. " Well. it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes now would it?" Spot questioned. " Well you wouldn't know. You don't even know any of us." " Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs." Spot replied smartly. " Hey let's watch the mouth, huh?" Jack asked. " I'm in the physics club too." David said looking up at the ceiling. " S'cuse me a sec." Spot said putting up a finger, then turning to David. " What are you babbling about?" " Well, what I said was.I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the physics club. Physics club." David answered, counting them on his fingers with his pen. " Hey.Cherry?" Spot turned to Rave. " Do you belong to the physics club?" " That's an academic club." Rave shook her head. " So?" Spot shrugged. " So.academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs." " Oh, but to dorks like him," Spot pointed to David, who frowned and looked down, " they are. What do you guys do in your club?" Spot asked David. " In physics, um, we ah, we talk about physics.about properties of physics." David answered feeling somewhat important. " So, it's sorta social.demented and sad, but social. Right?" Spot asked. " Yeah, well I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean there are other guys in club and uh, at the end of the year we have, um, you know a big banquet, at the, uh, Waldorf." " You load up, you party." Spot continued. " Well, no, we get dressed up.I mean, but we don't.we don't get high." David said. "Only burners like you get high," Rave said to Spot. " I got high once." Denton tried to pipe in, but again no one was listening. " I was baby-sitting these little boys too." " And, uh, I don't have any shoes. So I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird, 'cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. And, uh, my cousin, Kent.my cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana.he got high once and you know, he started eating like really weird foods. And uh, and then just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know, kinda like, you know "Twilight Zone", kinda." David rambled on. " Ha ha." Rave laughed, "Sounds like you." She said to Spot. Racetrack pulled his pack of cards and started to shuffle them. " You wanna play?" he asked Curly Fry who was still ease dropping into the conversation. " Uh, sure," she shrugged, looking at Race and then back at the action on the other side of the room. " Look, you guys keep up your talking and Pulitzer's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads." Jack looked uneasy. "Oh and wouldn't that be a bite.Ohhh." Spot let out a moan of fake agony. " Missing a whole wrestling meet!" " Well, you wouldn't know anything bout it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!" Jack snapped back. " Oh, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys!" Spot teased with mock hurt. " Hey, I have admiration for guys that roll around the floor with other guys," Denton smiled. " No body cares," Spot turned to him. " Ahh. you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals." Jack replied. " Oh, but I do!" Spot stated. " Yeah?" Jack questioned, waiting to hear what great response he was going to get out Spot. " I wanna be just-like-you! I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights." Spot mocked again. " You wear tights?" David asked becoming interested. " No, I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform." Jack answered David. " Tights?" David said again. " Shut up!" Jack yelled defensively. " They're nice tights," Denton told David as David turned to look at Denton with a confused expression. Pulitzer got up out his chair, which squeaked, making a signal for Spot to rush and sit in a chair next to Rave and Jack. He folded his hands on the table and waited as Pulitzer looked in and walked down the hall. Spot laughed and got up, heading to the double doors that separated the library from the hallway. " You know, there's not s'posed to be any monkey business!" David informed. " Young man, have you finished your paper?" Spot asked pointing at David and mocking Pulitzer. He looked up at the door and glanced around cautiously as he removed a screw from the door. " What are you going to do?" Rave asked. " Are you stupid?" Curly Fry questioned as Rave rolled her eyes at her. " Drop dead I hope!" Jack laughed. Pulitzer bent down to get a drink from the water-fountain. He stood back up, whipping the water from his lips and then checking himself out in the fire extinguisher case. He made a muscular pose and uttered some kind of manly gibberish. " Cobandogna!" Pulitzer said in timidly.
Re-written by Isobelle Charlotte
Character List so we don't get confused: Vernon: Pulitzer Bender: Spot Brian: David Andrew: Jack Claire: Rave Allison: Chord Custodian: Weasel Brian's Sister: Les (I'm turning it to a boy.not a sister) Added Characters: Racetrack Denton Curly Fry
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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 gong through.." -David Bowie
Saturday March 24, 1984
Shermer High School
Shermer Illinois, 60062
Dear Mr. Pulitzer,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that 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, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a gambler, a pedophile, a punk 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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Rave sat in her father's Mercedes in the school parking lot, staring up at the building in disgust. She rolled her eyes and looked at her father. " 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 a defective or anything." She complained flipping her hair back. " I'll make it up to you. Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day," her father answered handing her a bagged lunch in a GUCCI pink bag. Rave opened the door and forced a smile, then slammed the door rolling her eyes as she made her way to the front steps of the school.
* * * David sat in his mother's station wagon, looking up at the school and sighing. " Is this the first time or the last time you do this?" his mother asked. " Last." he huffed turning to see his mother's scouring face. " Well, get in there and use the time to your advantage." She tried to say, but David cut her off. " Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing," he tried to explain. " Well mister, you figure out a way to study," his mother hissed in his ear. " Yeah!" David's kid brother, Les, yelled annoyingly from the backseat. " Well go!" his mother yelled shooing him out of the car. He grabbed his brown-bagged lunch and headed for the school, adjusting the green jacket he was wearing.
* * * Jack adjusted his letterman jacket, looking down at the patches. He father put the truck into park and looked at him. " Hey, I screwed around.guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, Sport," he father sounded disappointed. " Yeah, Mom already reamed me, all right?" Jack shot back. " You wanna miss a match? You wanna blow your ride to Santa Fe? Now no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case." His father screamed. Jack grabbed his lunch and got out of the car, slamming the door shoot and marching off to the front doors of the school.
* * * Spot made his way towards the school, adjusting his sunglasses on his face. He looked over his shoulder and saw a car heading towards him, but it didn't stop him. The car slammed on its breaks, the driver staring coldly at him as he continued to walk towards the school. A girl got out of the car, dressed in black from head to toe. She looked through the car window just as the car sped off. She huffed and turned on her heel following Spot towards the school doors.
* * * " Can't I just skip?" Curly Fry whined looking at her brother. " If ya do that, ma will flip. I served plenty of Saturday detentions in my life. You'll be fine. Now get your ass in there." Her brother hissed as she opened the car door, stepping out in her punk outfit, inspired by Cyndi Lauper. She looked up at the school, and sighed.
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" Stupid." Racetrack said parking his bike in the racks, looking at up at the school. " I shouldn't be here," the thought. " What am I doing here? Not like I did something wrong." he let his mind trail off as he headed into the school.
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When Rave got to the library she noticed that one of the eight tables already had someone sitting in it. She looked around and decided that the first table would be good and she sat down as David walked in sat down at the table behind her. Jack looked around the library and the spotted Rave sitting at the front table. He pointed the seat next to her. " That taken?" he asked. Rave shrugged and he slipped in the chair next to her. They turned the face the library doors just as Spot walked in, touching everything in sight at the check out desk and taking a few things and stuffing them in his oversized jacket. He walked over to where David was sitting and pointed to another table on the opposite side of the library. " But-." David started to say, but sighed and picked up his stuff and moved to the table where Spot had pointed out. Spot nodded and sat down and propped his feet up on another chair. Chord walked in, her head staring down and shuffling fast to the back of the library where she flopped down behind David. Jack and Rave looked at each other and snickered as David looked at Chord in confusion and then turned away. Curly Fry walked in and looked around, finding an empty table and sitting down as Race walked in behind her, sitting down in front of her. He pulled out a pack of cards and started to shuffle them, then put them back in his pocket just as the library doors swung open again. Pulitzer walked in, holding a stack of papers in his left hand. He frowned looking at the group. " Well.well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time." He said rudely as Rave's arm went up in the air. " Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but.um.I don't think I belong here." Rave expressed. " Me either," Race added shaking his head. " It's now, seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways." Pulitzer kept going, ignoring Rave and Race's comments. Spot leaned his head back and started to spit in the air, catching it in his mouth again. " Eww," Claire muttered watching Spot like she was going to gag. " .and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats," Pulitzer continued. He glanced at Spot and pointed at him. " And you," he said, pulling the chair out from under Spot's feet. " Will not sleep. All right people, we're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay-of no less than a thousand words-describing to me you who you think you are." " Is this a test?" Spot questioned as Pulitzer handed out paper and pencils ignoring him all together. " And when I say essay." he looked over at Curly Fry. " I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Conlon?" He asked turning to Spot who looked up at him. " Crystal." Spot replied sitting back in his chair playing with a pair of cut-off gloves he had on. " Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even- decide whether or not you care to return." Pulitzer replied. David raised his hand and stood up. " You know, I can answer that right now, sir.That'd be "No," no for me. 'Cause." David stammered. " Sit down Jacob's." Pulitzer hollered. " Thank you sir," David replied, sitting back down in his seat. " My office," Pulitzer pointed, " is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised." " I like lamas," Curly Fry muttered looking down at her hands, which she folded, letting them rest on the table. Pulitzer stared at her, then glanced around. " Any questions?" Pulitzer asked ignoring Curly Fry's rude comments. " Yeah.I got a question." Spot spoke up, Pulitzer glaring at him suspiciously. " Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" " I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Conlon, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." Pulitzer replied pointing at him and turning to leave. " Sir," Denton stammered nervously. " I have a question." " Not now Mr. Denton," Pulitzer hushed him with the back of his hand. " That man.is a brownie hound..." Spot pointed at Pulitzer as he walked out of the Library, fixing the doors so that they stayed open and he could see them from his office. Everyone started to get comfortable, moving around in their seats when they started to hear a lout snapping sound. David turned to see Chord biting her nails aggressively. Spot turned, eyes wide open gawking at her as everyone turned to see her feasting on her nails. Chord looked up noticing everyone looking at her. " You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch." Spot teased as Chord spit part of her nail at him. "I've seen you before, you know." Spot started as Pulitzer sat down at his desk in his office, propping his feet up and checking his watch. " Who am I?" David asked himself quietly fiddling with his pen. " Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you?" He looked at his pen and then attached it to his bottom lip and put the top under his lip. "I am a walrus." Spot stared at David in utter confusion. David glanced over to see him staring at him like a sideshow freak and started to laugh, taking the pen out of his mouth embarrassed. Racetrack pulled out a pair of dice and rolled them around in his hand and then checking what number they were at, now and then mumbling "yes" and making a fist and jerking his arm back with a quick thrust. Curly Fry rolled her eyes and pulled out a stick of gum, placing it in her mouth and chewing it. She would now and then pull out some out with her finger, twirling it around her index finger and the sucking it off and blowing a bubble. Denton pulled out a pocket note pad and began to scribble things down, looking around at each person. He then bent down, sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth and scribble crazily. Spot and David began to take their jackets off at the same time, and noticed each other doing the same thing. David stopped removing his jacket as Spot took his the whole way off. David rubbed his hands together, then blowing in them pretending his was cold, and the pulled his jacket back on. He glanced over to see Spot still staring at him. " It's the shits, huh?" David asked as Spot glared at him. "Ha ha ha." David uttered an uncomfortable laugh. Spot turned away, picking up his essay paper and crumpling it up in a ball, throwing it at Rave. He missed as it flew over her head. Jack and Claire look at it in acknowledgement, but continue to ignore Spot. " Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.nah, nah, nah." Spot started singing loudly part of a musical song. " I can't believe this is really happening to me." Claire muttered to herself as Spot stopped singing abruptly. " Oh, shit! What're we s'posed to do if we hafta take a piss?" Spot asked sarcastically. " Please." Rave rolled her eyes in disgust. " If you gotta go..." Spot said unzipping his fly, Denton looking up intrigued. "You gotta go," he continued as everyone turned to look at him. " Oh my God!" Rave breathed now completely disgusted. " He really gonna go?" Race asked looking back at Curly Fry who shrugged. " Hey, you're not urinating in here man!" Jack half-yelled placing his right arm on the back of the chair and turning to look at Spot. " Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!" Spot moaned. " You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" Jack threatened as Spot gasped mockingly. " You're pretty sexy when you get angry.grrr!" Spot teased, turning to David. "Hey, homeboy." David pointed to himself with his pen, looking around, and then back at Spot. " Why don't you go close that door? We'll get the prom queen impregnated!" He smiled as Rave turned and glared at him. " Hey!" Jack started, but Spot just ignored him and looked at Rave. " Hey!" Jack yelled again. " What?" Spot asked turning to Jack with annoyance. " If I lose my temper, you're totaled man." Jack threatened again. " Really?" Spot mocked. " Totally," Jack reinstated. " Why don't you just shut up? Nobody here is interested!" Rave suggested to Spot. " Really!" Jack confirmed, turning to Rave. "Butt face." " Hey, I'm interested," Denton offered, but everyone ignored him. " Well, hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" Spot asked trying to be funny. " Excuse me, fellas? I think we should just write our papers." David said nervously. " Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So knock it off!" Jack ordered as Spot mockingly registered a pain in his face. " It's a free country." Spot answered. " He's just doing it to get a rise out of you! Just ignore him." Rave instructed Jack. " Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried!" Spot replied to Rave as she rolled her eyes. "So.so! Are you guys like boyfriend girlfriend? Steady dates? Lo-vers? Come on Sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot.beef.injection?" Spot asked as Jack and Rave turned to face him. " Got to hell!" Rave screamed. " Enough!" Jack yelled. " Hey, what's going on in there?" Pulitzer yelled, cocking his head to look across the hall. "Smug little pricks!" he said to himself. Spot and Jack are stared at each other when Jack finally turned away from him. " Scumbag!" he mumbled as Spot got up and walked over to the railing and sat on it. " What do you say we close that door? We can't have any kind of party with Pulitzer checking us out every few seconds." Spot suggested jerking his head towards the door. " Well, you know the door's s'posed to stay open." David informed. " So what?" Spot asked looking at him. " So why don't you just shut up?" Jack looked at him. "There's seven other people in here you know." " I don't care," Denton piped in again, everyone still ignoring him. " God, you can count. See! I knew you had to be smart to be a.a wrestler." Spot mocked checking out Jack's letterman jacket. " Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?" Jack asked. " Really." Rave added folding her arms over her chest. " You know, Conlon, you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school." Jack hissed at him. Spot looked slightly upset for a second, pausing before he speaking, hiding his true emotions. " Well.I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." Spot said as Curly Fry giggled, Spot glaring at her as Rave and Jack started to laugh. "Maybe the prep club too! Student council." " No, they wont' take you." Jack shook his head. " I'm hurt," Spot mocked, running his finger down from his eye to his cheek like it was a tear. " You know why guys like you knock everything?" Rave asked. " This should be stunning..." Spot said to himself. " Cause they have small dicks?" Curly Fry offered. " No. It's because you're afraid." Rave hissed, emphasizing on the word, 'afraid'. " Oh, God! You richies are so smart! That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities!" Spot answered with mock enthusiasm. " You're a big coward!" Rave continued. " I'm in the math club." David said to no one in particular, but feeling left out. " See you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it." Rave kept going. " Well. it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes now would it?" Spot questioned. " Well you wouldn't know. You don't even know any of us." " Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs." Spot replied smartly. " Hey let's watch the mouth, huh?" Jack asked. " I'm in the physics club too." David said looking up at the ceiling. " S'cuse me a sec." Spot said putting up a finger, then turning to David. " What are you babbling about?" " Well, what I said was.I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the physics club. Physics club." David answered, counting them on his fingers with his pen. " Hey.Cherry?" Spot turned to Rave. " Do you belong to the physics club?" " That's an academic club." Rave shook her head. " So?" Spot shrugged. " So.academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs." " Oh, but to dorks like him," Spot pointed to David, who frowned and looked down, " they are. What do you guys do in your club?" Spot asked David. " In physics, um, we ah, we talk about physics.about properties of physics." David answered feeling somewhat important. " So, it's sorta social.demented and sad, but social. Right?" Spot asked. " Yeah, well I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean there are other guys in club and uh, at the end of the year we have, um, you know a big banquet, at the, uh, Waldorf." " You load up, you party." Spot continued. " Well, no, we get dressed up.I mean, but we don't.we don't get high." David said. "Only burners like you get high," Rave said to Spot. " I got high once." Denton tried to pipe in, but again no one was listening. " I was baby-sitting these little boys too." " And, uh, I don't have any shoes. So I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird, 'cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. And, uh, my cousin, Kent.my cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana.he got high once and you know, he started eating like really weird foods. And uh, and then just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know, kinda like, you know "Twilight Zone", kinda." David rambled on. " Ha ha." Rave laughed, "Sounds like you." She said to Spot. Racetrack pulled his pack of cards and started to shuffle them. " You wanna play?" he asked Curly Fry who was still ease dropping into the conversation. " Uh, sure," she shrugged, looking at Race and then back at the action on the other side of the room. " Look, you guys keep up your talking and Pulitzer's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads." Jack looked uneasy. "Oh and wouldn't that be a bite.Ohhh." Spot let out a moan of fake agony. " Missing a whole wrestling meet!" " Well, you wouldn't know anything bout it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!" Jack snapped back. " Oh, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys!" Spot teased with mock hurt. " Hey, I have admiration for guys that roll around the floor with other guys," Denton smiled. " No body cares," Spot turned to him. " Ahh. you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals." Jack replied. " Oh, but I do!" Spot stated. " Yeah?" Jack questioned, waiting to hear what great response he was going to get out Spot. " I wanna be just-like-you! I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights." Spot mocked again. " You wear tights?" David asked becoming interested. " No, I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform." Jack answered David. " Tights?" David said again. " Shut up!" Jack yelled defensively. " They're nice tights," Denton told David as David turned to look at Denton with a confused expression. Pulitzer got up out his chair, which squeaked, making a signal for Spot to rush and sit in a chair next to Rave and Jack. He folded his hands on the table and waited as Pulitzer looked in and walked down the hall. Spot laughed and got up, heading to the double doors that separated the library from the hallway. " You know, there's not s'posed to be any monkey business!" David informed. " Young man, have you finished your paper?" Spot asked pointing at David and mocking Pulitzer. He looked up at the door and glanced around cautiously as he removed a screw from the door. " What are you going to do?" Rave asked. " Are you stupid?" Curly Fry questioned as Rave rolled her eyes at her. " Drop dead I hope!" Jack laughed. Pulitzer bent down to get a drink from the water-fountain. He stood back up, whipping the water from his lips and then checking himself out in the fire extinguisher case. He made a muscular pose and uttered some kind of manly gibberish. " Cobandogna!" Pulitzer said in timidly.
