*OK you guys..the next update..I just thought that I would mention that I
do not own
The Breakfast Club or the characters, just the plot..Well I don't really have that much
else to say except thanks for you reviews and please keep it up!*
The next class went by pretty quickly for Claire. It was Civics so she just sat in a
vegetable state, taking notes. No one from detention was in that class with her, so it was
very uneventful. The bell pierced the air, signaling time for lunch.
"OK class," Mr. Dalin, said closing his book, "That's the bell."
"No shit," Claire thought.
"Read page 456 through 465 and do the questions..you are dismissed."
Claire packed up her book bag and walked to her locker. She slowly and
methodically placed the books in her locker, organizing them by size and color.
"Why am I doing this?" she asked herself, "Why don't I just get my lunch and
go to the lunch room. What is the matter with me?"
"You are afraid of what your friends will think," a voice deep inside of her said.
"No I am not!" she answered herself indignantly.
"Well you may not be afraid of what your friends think, but you sure are crazy.you are
talking to yourself," the voice inside of her said.
"Uh!" Claire screamed, slamming her locker closed and storming to the lunch
room leaving behind a group sophomores confused by her sudden outburst.
On her way to the lunch room, she saw Emily, Bernice and the "gang" walking
towards her. She quickly sped up, praying that they did not see her.
"Claire!"
Claire turned around to see Emily running towards her.
"Hey, we waited for you but just decided to come on just in case you forgot."
"I didn't forget," Claire said continuing to walk.
"Well why did you not come," Emily said annoyed, yet staying in stride with her.
"Just didn't feel like it," Claire said, the lunch room door in sight.
"Listen," Emily said, grabbing her arm and whipping her around, "I don't know
what in the hell your problem is but whatever you issues are you need to get over them or
forget about us being friends cause you are like..just having problems and issues."
"Wow..did you think that up all by yourself?" Claire asked sarcastically.
"You are just like so like frustrating..I don't need this," she said, "Don't even
think about sitting with us today."
"Wouldn't even," Claire said opening the door to the cafeteria.
She stood in the cafeteria, searching for John. She didn't see him for a few
minutes.
"Oh God," she thought, "If he stands me up then I will have no friends."
"Hey."
She turned around and there was John.
"Hey," she said back.
"Do you want to go sit down?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said.
They walked over to a table and sat down. Claire could feel the whole lunch
room look at her and John and then start whispering. Claire started to look a little
panicked so John said, "What do you have for lunch?"
"Um just a pita and some pasta."
"Sounds good."
"Where's your lunch?" Claire asked.
"You're wearing it," John said smirking at her.
She smiled and laughed. After a few minutes of eating and chatting, Claire saw
Brian, Alison and Andy walk up to the table.
*Hey y'all not very cliffhangery but I thought that it might be a better place to stop than
to have it drag on and on..thanks to all of my positive reviewers and to the one
reviewer who told me I needed to get some more of Claire's thoughts, Thanks. Some
reviews are like "not good' about your story, but yours if full of constructive
criticism..Oh yeah I have an update on TBCB (the Breakfast Club boy from my English
class) Just thought that I would share that! Review, Review, Review!*
The Breakfast Club or the characters, just the plot..Well I don't really have that much
else to say except thanks for you reviews and please keep it up!*
The next class went by pretty quickly for Claire. It was Civics so she just sat in a
vegetable state, taking notes. No one from detention was in that class with her, so it was
very uneventful. The bell pierced the air, signaling time for lunch.
"OK class," Mr. Dalin, said closing his book, "That's the bell."
"No shit," Claire thought.
"Read page 456 through 465 and do the questions..you are dismissed."
Claire packed up her book bag and walked to her locker. She slowly and
methodically placed the books in her locker, organizing them by size and color.
"Why am I doing this?" she asked herself, "Why don't I just get my lunch and
go to the lunch room. What is the matter with me?"
"You are afraid of what your friends will think," a voice deep inside of her said.
"No I am not!" she answered herself indignantly.
"Well you may not be afraid of what your friends think, but you sure are crazy.you are
talking to yourself," the voice inside of her said.
"Uh!" Claire screamed, slamming her locker closed and storming to the lunch
room leaving behind a group sophomores confused by her sudden outburst.
On her way to the lunch room, she saw Emily, Bernice and the "gang" walking
towards her. She quickly sped up, praying that they did not see her.
"Claire!"
Claire turned around to see Emily running towards her.
"Hey, we waited for you but just decided to come on just in case you forgot."
"I didn't forget," Claire said continuing to walk.
"Well why did you not come," Emily said annoyed, yet staying in stride with her.
"Just didn't feel like it," Claire said, the lunch room door in sight.
"Listen," Emily said, grabbing her arm and whipping her around, "I don't know
what in the hell your problem is but whatever you issues are you need to get over them or
forget about us being friends cause you are like..just having problems and issues."
"Wow..did you think that up all by yourself?" Claire asked sarcastically.
"You are just like so like frustrating..I don't need this," she said, "Don't even
think about sitting with us today."
"Wouldn't even," Claire said opening the door to the cafeteria.
She stood in the cafeteria, searching for John. She didn't see him for a few
minutes.
"Oh God," she thought, "If he stands me up then I will have no friends."
"Hey."
She turned around and there was John.
"Hey," she said back.
"Do you want to go sit down?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said.
They walked over to a table and sat down. Claire could feel the whole lunch
room look at her and John and then start whispering. Claire started to look a little
panicked so John said, "What do you have for lunch?"
"Um just a pita and some pasta."
"Sounds good."
"Where's your lunch?" Claire asked.
"You're wearing it," John said smirking at her.
She smiled and laughed. After a few minutes of eating and chatting, Claire saw
Brian, Alison and Andy walk up to the table.
*Hey y'all not very cliffhangery but I thought that it might be a better place to stop than
to have it drag on and on..thanks to all of my positive reviewers and to the one
reviewer who told me I needed to get some more of Claire's thoughts, Thanks. Some
reviews are like "not good' about your story, but yours if full of constructive
criticism..Oh yeah I have an update on TBCB (the Breakfast Club boy from my English
class) Just thought that I would share that! Review, Review, Review!*
