The Breakfast Club
"... And these children that we 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 – Changes
Saturday, March 24th 2004 Sunnydale high school, Sunnydale, California.
"Dear Mr. Synder, We accept that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever 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... in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a loser, a princess, a freak and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed... "
The Princess
Buffy Ann Summers, her arms crossed and a look of annoyance played across her face as she sat in the tan leather seats of her daddy's brand new red BMW. She flicked her long pale honey blonde hair away from her face and pouted. Her life was so unfair. Why did she, the most popular girl in school, head cheerleader and potential prom queen, was spending her fun Saturday in detention with a bunch of freaks and losers. When she should've been going to the sale at the mall with Cordelia Chase and the rest of her girlfriends. Buffy had seen the cutest cherry red silk strappy top that she'd looked so adorable in it, but Cordelia would buy it just to spite her. Cordelia was such a bitch. Life was sooo unfair!
"I can't believe you can't get me out of this... "She huffed and stared at her lap.
Maybe Cordelia was too fat for that top but then someone like Harmony would buy it.
Well if she had to slum it with the social dregs of Sunnydale high she might as well look good she told herself. She was wearing a light blue, stylishly cut cotton shirt with darker stripes of blue, a dove grey skirt, knee high white socks and the cutest pair of three-inch heels. It was smart, kinda preppy but still cool, think detention chic. She looked up at her daddy and sighed again for effect.
"I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like I'm a defective or anything." Buffy fluttered her maximum curl mayblline eyelashes as the look of annoyance faded into one of faux innocence as she pouted her ruby red glossed lips again. Maybe she could page Anya and get her to buy the adorable cherry red top for her. Maybe they had already sold it.
Hank Summers regarded her eldest daughter and smiled to himself. She was a good kid. Buffy's grades were excellent; she was president of the school council, head cheerleader, pretty and popular. That what he always told his wife, Joyce had been angry over this detention. "All kids make mistakes." He had told her, it wasn't as if Buffy had burnt down the school gym or something, only skipped a class. He hated to think this was ruining Buffy's Saturday with her friends, maybe he could speak to the school and have this blemish disappear off her record.
"I'll make it up to you..." Hank told his daughter. "Honey ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day."
Buffy glared at her father as she got out of the BMW. Cordelia's daddy would have been able to get her out of detention. Hank gave her a weak smile; Buffy just rolled her eyes and headed towards the school front steps. Buffy wonder for a moment if a detention would damage her chance at prom queen.
The Brain
Willow Rosenberg sat huddled in the back seat of a green Volvo family four- door car trying, in vain, to make herself as small as possible. So maybe just maybe she wouldn't have to face the wrath of her mother. She was dressed in dowdy, nerdy clothes that look as if her mother had purchased them. Silence hung heavily in the confined space like thick dense sea fog. Sheila Rosenberg cleared her throat, shattering the uncomfortable silence; Willow looked up at her mother but refused to hold eye contact as Sheila stared at her through the rear-view mirror.
"Is this the first or the last time we do this?" The disappointed tone not even hidden from her voice.
"Last." Willow whispered barley audible hurt echoing in her words, her head hung in shame.
"Well get in there and use the time to your advantage..." Sheila snapped.
"Mom, we're not suppose to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing." This was Willow's first ever detention, she couldn't even imagine how horrible it'll be, she'd heard rumours.
"Well missy you figure out a way to study!" Sheila was furious. She had been called in to school, humiliated, practically told she was a bad parent by some barley out of college student councillor and there was no way she'd let this mishap ruin the rest of her daughter's life. Even she had to ground Willow and take away all her privileges; she would stomp out this nonsense.
Willow got out of the car, clutching her brown rucksack to her chest as if it was a life jacket and she was about to fall in shark infested waters. Slowly she walked towards the school, biting her lip in fear.
The Athlete
Liam 'Angel' Donaldson sat next to his father in his yellow and red Sunnydale razor backs letterman jacket fastened tightly around his broad shoulders, his hands gripping the arm rest hard, turning his knuckles white. He was tense, like a coiled spring. His father, Patrick Donaldson sat staring stiffly straight ahead towards the school for a moment remembering his Sunnydale high glory days. He turned his head to look directly at his son.
"Hey I screwed around... "He paused, running his fingers through his greying shortly cut hair. "Guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that." A grim expression hardened his faces; his mouth turned down in a frown. "Except you got caught, sport."
Angel hung his head, staring at his trainers, there was still mud and grass stuck to the souls from his morning run. "Yeah, mom already reemed me, alright?" Angel's hands increased the pressure on the armrests and he wondered for a moment if all this was worth it.
Anger filtered across his father's face. "You wanna miss a match?" Patrick yelled as he slammed his fist into the driver's wheel. "You wanna blow your ride?" The anger in his voice went up a notch. "Now no schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case."
Angel got up, ignoring his father, out of the car and slammed the door closed as he stalked towards the school. He didn't even bother to look back as his father's pick up truck drove off.
The Criminal
William 'Spike' Rayne walked towards the main entrance of Sunnydale high, cutting across the football field. His black Doc Martins crunching through the dew soaked grass that covered the grounds; a light breeze blew, tousling his bleached blonde hair and causing the smoke from his cigarette swirl around his face. He pulled his ankle length leather duster closer as the wind picked up slightly.
He was in a real bad mood.
He had a banging hangover from the Friday night 'Punk-A-Rama' at The Fish Tank. It had been a good night, Dingoes Ate My Babies had played and sounded pretty cool for a change. Spike had been testing his new fake ID hence the hangover. He silently cursed himself, idly vowing he would never drink again, and he knew he would never keep that vow but he could always delude himself for while.
Detention was really going to kill the happy buzz still left from last night and Spike had this horrible sinking suspicion that Synder, that evil little troll, was holding detention this week. Synder hated him. Spike grinned to himself Synder hated everyone, maybe he could get someone else in trouble. He dropped the end of the cigarette and stamped it out, briefly taking all his frustrations out the cigarette.
Spike crossed the road walking past a new and rather slick looking red BMW, the sort of car that would get nicked if the owner wasn't careful enough. A dark blue van with stickers on the windscreen screeched to a halt directly in front of Spike, he didn't even give it a second glance as he walked through the doors into the school, almost on time for his detention.
The Loser
Xander Harris watched as Spike Rayne cut across the football field towards the school, he should've guessed Spike Rayne would be in detention when was he not? Absentmindedly Xander chewed his fingernails; he could still remember when Spike found it amusing to beat him up, everyday, during junior high for his lunch money. Or make him be the look out when Spike and his friends smoked or got stoned behind the gym. He never saw Spike much in high school, which in his mind was a good thing, no more noogies for Xander.
Xander signed heavily, as he finally started to walk towards the school, a shy, geeky looking girl with bright red hair hurried past him and into the school. There was probably a maths club meeting this morning as well, she did not look like the detention type.
But the red head wasn't the only person here this morning. Buffy Summers, the most gorgeous girl in SHS and hottest cheerleader in the squad, was getting out of a shiny new BMW. Xander wonder idly what she had done to deserve a detention and whether that was her boyfriends car. There wasn't a cheerleader practice on 'cause Buffy Summers' evil twin Cordelia Chase isn't around.
Over on the far right Angel Donaldson was getting out of a pick-up with an ugly scowl on his face, brows furrowed, it kinda made him look like a caveman. Xander had heard about what Angel had done. He had reckoned that Synder would let him get away with it, being the star football player and all. Guess he didn't. He walked up the school steps, a blue van was just entering the school grounds, and Angel shoved passed him and stalked through the main entrance.
"Hey!" Xander yelled but Angel just ignored him. "Stupid jock." Xander muttered to himself following Angel into the school.
The Freak
Oz's dark blue van, he liked to think of it as indigo, screeched to a halt directly in front of Spike Rayne who refused to acknowledge its existence as he walked up the steps and into the building, towards the inevitable detention. Oz got outta his van, his hair dyed blue, a lighter shade than the colour of the van, he had dyed it last night just before the gig at the Fish Tank. Dressed in a bright, sunny yellow second-hand bowling shirt, with a black logo T-shirt underneath with the phase; "I think the monkeys at the zoo should have to wear sunglasses so they can't hypnotise you." Written in white lettering on the front.
Oz glanced around the parking lot as it was emptying; a green Volvo, a red BMW and a battered pick-up were exiting the school grounds. At least he wasn't going to be alone with Synder all day. Now that was a scary prospect, almost enough to cause him to make a facial expression.
The detention was being held in the school library, on the first floor across from the cafeteria surrounded by dull red lockers. Oz stood in front the big double doors that led into the library, in stood on his tiptoes and peered into the library, there were five people in detention. Oz only recognised four of them; Buffy something (he couldn't remember her surname), star quarter back Angel Donaldson, Xander Harris from his English class and local rebel without a reason Spike Rayne. There was also a cute red head that Oz didn't know, sat in the corner, nose in a book, trying to look invisible.
"Huh." Oz said to himself. Today was going to be very interesting, quite the clash of personalities. Spike was already sending death glares to Angel, Buffy was talking on her bright pink sparkly cell phone and Xander was just sat there was a goofy grin on his face. "Huh." Oz said to himself again before entering the library.
"... And these children that we 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 – Changes
Saturday, March 24th 2004 Sunnydale high school, Sunnydale, California.
"Dear Mr. Synder, We accept that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever 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... in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a loser, a princess, a freak and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed... "
The Princess
Buffy Ann Summers, her arms crossed and a look of annoyance played across her face as she sat in the tan leather seats of her daddy's brand new red BMW. She flicked her long pale honey blonde hair away from her face and pouted. Her life was so unfair. Why did she, the most popular girl in school, head cheerleader and potential prom queen, was spending her fun Saturday in detention with a bunch of freaks and losers. When she should've been going to the sale at the mall with Cordelia Chase and the rest of her girlfriends. Buffy had seen the cutest cherry red silk strappy top that she'd looked so adorable in it, but Cordelia would buy it just to spite her. Cordelia was such a bitch. Life was sooo unfair!
"I can't believe you can't get me out of this... "She huffed and stared at her lap.
Maybe Cordelia was too fat for that top but then someone like Harmony would buy it.
Well if she had to slum it with the social dregs of Sunnydale high she might as well look good she told herself. She was wearing a light blue, stylishly cut cotton shirt with darker stripes of blue, a dove grey skirt, knee high white socks and the cutest pair of three-inch heels. It was smart, kinda preppy but still cool, think detention chic. She looked up at her daddy and sighed again for effect.
"I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like I'm a defective or anything." Buffy fluttered her maximum curl mayblline eyelashes as the look of annoyance faded into one of faux innocence as she pouted her ruby red glossed lips again. Maybe she could page Anya and get her to buy the adorable cherry red top for her. Maybe they had already sold it.
Hank Summers regarded her eldest daughter and smiled to himself. She was a good kid. Buffy's grades were excellent; she was president of the school council, head cheerleader, pretty and popular. That what he always told his wife, Joyce had been angry over this detention. "All kids make mistakes." He had told her, it wasn't as if Buffy had burnt down the school gym or something, only skipped a class. He hated to think this was ruining Buffy's Saturday with her friends, maybe he could speak to the school and have this blemish disappear off her record.
"I'll make it up to you..." Hank told his daughter. "Honey ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day."
Buffy glared at her father as she got out of the BMW. Cordelia's daddy would have been able to get her out of detention. Hank gave her a weak smile; Buffy just rolled her eyes and headed towards the school front steps. Buffy wonder for a moment if a detention would damage her chance at prom queen.
The Brain
Willow Rosenberg sat huddled in the back seat of a green Volvo family four- door car trying, in vain, to make herself as small as possible. So maybe just maybe she wouldn't have to face the wrath of her mother. She was dressed in dowdy, nerdy clothes that look as if her mother had purchased them. Silence hung heavily in the confined space like thick dense sea fog. Sheila Rosenberg cleared her throat, shattering the uncomfortable silence; Willow looked up at her mother but refused to hold eye contact as Sheila stared at her through the rear-view mirror.
"Is this the first or the last time we do this?" The disappointed tone not even hidden from her voice.
"Last." Willow whispered barley audible hurt echoing in her words, her head hung in shame.
"Well get in there and use the time to your advantage..." Sheila snapped.
"Mom, we're not suppose to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing." This was Willow's first ever detention, she couldn't even imagine how horrible it'll be, she'd heard rumours.
"Well missy you figure out a way to study!" Sheila was furious. She had been called in to school, humiliated, practically told she was a bad parent by some barley out of college student councillor and there was no way she'd let this mishap ruin the rest of her daughter's life. Even she had to ground Willow and take away all her privileges; she would stomp out this nonsense.
Willow got out of the car, clutching her brown rucksack to her chest as if it was a life jacket and she was about to fall in shark infested waters. Slowly she walked towards the school, biting her lip in fear.
The Athlete
Liam 'Angel' Donaldson sat next to his father in his yellow and red Sunnydale razor backs letterman jacket fastened tightly around his broad shoulders, his hands gripping the arm rest hard, turning his knuckles white. He was tense, like a coiled spring. His father, Patrick Donaldson sat staring stiffly straight ahead towards the school for a moment remembering his Sunnydale high glory days. He turned his head to look directly at his son.
"Hey I screwed around... "He paused, running his fingers through his greying shortly cut hair. "Guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that." A grim expression hardened his faces; his mouth turned down in a frown. "Except you got caught, sport."
Angel hung his head, staring at his trainers, there was still mud and grass stuck to the souls from his morning run. "Yeah, mom already reemed me, alright?" Angel's hands increased the pressure on the armrests and he wondered for a moment if all this was worth it.
Anger filtered across his father's face. "You wanna miss a match?" Patrick yelled as he slammed his fist into the driver's wheel. "You wanna blow your ride?" The anger in his voice went up a notch. "Now no schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case."
Angel got up, ignoring his father, out of the car and slammed the door closed as he stalked towards the school. He didn't even bother to look back as his father's pick up truck drove off.
The Criminal
William 'Spike' Rayne walked towards the main entrance of Sunnydale high, cutting across the football field. His black Doc Martins crunching through the dew soaked grass that covered the grounds; a light breeze blew, tousling his bleached blonde hair and causing the smoke from his cigarette swirl around his face. He pulled his ankle length leather duster closer as the wind picked up slightly.
He was in a real bad mood.
He had a banging hangover from the Friday night 'Punk-A-Rama' at The Fish Tank. It had been a good night, Dingoes Ate My Babies had played and sounded pretty cool for a change. Spike had been testing his new fake ID hence the hangover. He silently cursed himself, idly vowing he would never drink again, and he knew he would never keep that vow but he could always delude himself for while.
Detention was really going to kill the happy buzz still left from last night and Spike had this horrible sinking suspicion that Synder, that evil little troll, was holding detention this week. Synder hated him. Spike grinned to himself Synder hated everyone, maybe he could get someone else in trouble. He dropped the end of the cigarette and stamped it out, briefly taking all his frustrations out the cigarette.
Spike crossed the road walking past a new and rather slick looking red BMW, the sort of car that would get nicked if the owner wasn't careful enough. A dark blue van with stickers on the windscreen screeched to a halt directly in front of Spike, he didn't even give it a second glance as he walked through the doors into the school, almost on time for his detention.
The Loser
Xander Harris watched as Spike Rayne cut across the football field towards the school, he should've guessed Spike Rayne would be in detention when was he not? Absentmindedly Xander chewed his fingernails; he could still remember when Spike found it amusing to beat him up, everyday, during junior high for his lunch money. Or make him be the look out when Spike and his friends smoked or got stoned behind the gym. He never saw Spike much in high school, which in his mind was a good thing, no more noogies for Xander.
Xander signed heavily, as he finally started to walk towards the school, a shy, geeky looking girl with bright red hair hurried past him and into the school. There was probably a maths club meeting this morning as well, she did not look like the detention type.
But the red head wasn't the only person here this morning. Buffy Summers, the most gorgeous girl in SHS and hottest cheerleader in the squad, was getting out of a shiny new BMW. Xander wonder idly what she had done to deserve a detention and whether that was her boyfriends car. There wasn't a cheerleader practice on 'cause Buffy Summers' evil twin Cordelia Chase isn't around.
Over on the far right Angel Donaldson was getting out of a pick-up with an ugly scowl on his face, brows furrowed, it kinda made him look like a caveman. Xander had heard about what Angel had done. He had reckoned that Synder would let him get away with it, being the star football player and all. Guess he didn't. He walked up the school steps, a blue van was just entering the school grounds, and Angel shoved passed him and stalked through the main entrance.
"Hey!" Xander yelled but Angel just ignored him. "Stupid jock." Xander muttered to himself following Angel into the school.
The Freak
Oz's dark blue van, he liked to think of it as indigo, screeched to a halt directly in front of Spike Rayne who refused to acknowledge its existence as he walked up the steps and into the building, towards the inevitable detention. Oz got outta his van, his hair dyed blue, a lighter shade than the colour of the van, he had dyed it last night just before the gig at the Fish Tank. Dressed in a bright, sunny yellow second-hand bowling shirt, with a black logo T-shirt underneath with the phase; "I think the monkeys at the zoo should have to wear sunglasses so they can't hypnotise you." Written in white lettering on the front.
Oz glanced around the parking lot as it was emptying; a green Volvo, a red BMW and a battered pick-up were exiting the school grounds. At least he wasn't going to be alone with Synder all day. Now that was a scary prospect, almost enough to cause him to make a facial expression.
The detention was being held in the school library, on the first floor across from the cafeteria surrounded by dull red lockers. Oz stood in front the big double doors that led into the library, in stood on his tiptoes and peered into the library, there were five people in detention. Oz only recognised four of them; Buffy something (he couldn't remember her surname), star quarter back Angel Donaldson, Xander Harris from his English class and local rebel without a reason Spike Rayne. There was also a cute red head that Oz didn't know, sat in the corner, nose in a book, trying to look invisible.
"Huh." Oz said to himself. Today was going to be very interesting, quite the clash of personalities. Spike was already sending death glares to Angel, Buffy was talking on her bright pink sparkly cell phone and Xander was just sat there was a goofy grin on his face. "Huh." Oz said to himself again before entering the library.