Disclaimer: I do not own any X-Men characters, or anything to do with The Breakfast Club.

This is a story written about five students who find themselves locked in school on a Saturday, when they'd all rather be off doing something else. It's co-written by K.C.2007, I am in no way taking all of the credit for this. Enjoy!

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"But Principal Kelly! All I did was skip school to go to a soccer game!" Jean Grey stood up, looking upset.

"Look missy, you skipped school and missed four finals. I'm not going to excuse you just because you're the captain of the soccer team! Now, I want you here on Saturday, no exceptions!"

~~~That Saturday~~~

Walking in, Jean took a seat at one of the six tables in the library, noticing that at the moment, she was the only one there. Sighing, she rested her chin on her hand, waiting to get it over with.

Stepping into the library, Duncan Matthews smiled a little more when he saw Jean sitting there. Silently taking a seat at the same table as her, he set his lunch on the floor beside the chair.

Not long after, Scott Summers walked in, not looking at either of them. Keeping his eyes on the floor, he sat at a different table, still keeping his eyes averted from those much more popular than him.

Walking in, and stealing a few things from the library counter on his way to sit, Lance Alvers propped his feet on the table he chose. Not unaccustomed to being there, he just sat there and waited for it to begin.

Stalking to the very back table, and sitting heavily in the chair, Wanda Maximoff scowled at any of the other four who even dared to look at her. Noticing the look that Duncan and Jean traded, she glared, silently plotting their doom at another time.

As Principal Kelly walked in, he stared at them all as if they were some deadly plague that he'd catch if he wasn't careful. Setting a piece of paper and a pencil in front of each of them, he started talking.

"I expect each of you to write a 2,000 word essay on why you think you deserve to stay at this school. If I'm not pleased with your essays, you'll be expelled without a thought." The only two that didn't look at him in shock were Lance and Wanda, who just kept glaring. "You aren't to talk while you're in here, just write your essays. I'll be across the hall, and the door WILL be open, so don't try anything."

The silence started to settle in, except for a faint drumming-like sound. Trying to find the source of the sound, they all look back at Wanda, who's tapping her nails on the table. Slowly looking up, she notices them staring.