A/N: Waa? A new chapter? After…uhm…a very long time? This cannot be! You must all be going 'Why did it take so long! Stupid bitch!' No, I am not. And I'll tell you why - - HOLY SHIZ THERE IS A ROACH-TYPE BUG ON THE FLOOR! Wait…can't see it anymore. Anyway, as I was saying, I stopped writing cuz I forgot what happened in The Breakfast Club. So I rented the movie (from the LIBRARY - gawd, I'm so cheap) and took notes (seriously, I did) so know I remember.

And now, by request, the character list! And I'm using labels because I forgot everyone's name (yeah, I'm sure I could remember if I tried, but I'm too lazy):

The Jock: Watanabe

The Brain: Sumiyoshi

The Criminal: Lord Il Palazzo / Iwata

The Princess: Hyatt / Misaki

The Basketcase: Excel

That Principal Guy: Dr. Kabapu

That Janitor Guy: Nabeshin

Other people are randomly thrown in. I'm still trying to figure out how to fit Pedro into the picture…

OO

Dr. Kabapu walked into the library with a stride in his step, and his steps in his shoes! Or, something like that. The point is that he's wearing shoes. Nice ones. Italian. New? Nah…

"I," he told the room full of delinquents (whether they really were or not is to be judged - - but they're there, and that makes them delinquents in his book), "am your principal." A 'well duh' could be heard, muttered under the breath, but Dr. Kabapu chose to ignore it, so who said it can be looked over. Just this once, okay?

"You are all here," he continued, pointing to each an every one of them, "because you are bad people." He folded his hands behind his back. That sounds odd, but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. It looked cool. Really!

"Each one of you has a chance to make something of yourselves and contribute to society. As of the moment, you have chosen not to. Thus you are here, to think over your (life) mistake(s) and reform yourselves into citizens of…" ((insert deep breath that emphasizes the moment here)) "…F-PREFECTURE!"

There was applause. We'll skip who did that too, because it was a bit forced, and a bit sarcastic. If applause could be such a way.

"Now," Dr. Kabapu said, straightening his mustache (gasp!), "as a task of such, I want all of you to write an essay of one thousand words telling me who you think you are. And I would appreciate it if it wasn't your name written a bunch of times."

Stifled moans. Dr. Kabapu smiled, which really, if it's a big one there, is quite frightening. For serious, ya'll.

"I now shall be leaving the room. And I can see you from the door."

With that the man with the hair and the suit left the library, leaving the six people to really think about what they did wrong.

OO

Iwata is a highly complicated creature, belive it or not.

Okay, not. He's a really simple creature. And what makes him simple is this:

To function properly, he must be amused.

By now, Hyatt was sitting at the front desk, and Watanabe had managed to somehow get himself seated next to her. Iwata himself and Misaki were sitting behind them, and Sumiyoshi across from them. Excel had sat next to him for a while, after getting her seat stolen from her by love-stuck Watanabe, but he weirded her out (talking in sub-text and all), so she now sat in the back, across of that other kid. Il Palazzo.

For a brief moment, Iwata went through a list in his head of things to do to amuse himself, in no particular order.

1.Write that paper.

2.Grope Misaki.

3.Take the paper given to him, crumple it up, and throw it at somebody.

4.Talk to Sumiyoshi.

5.Talk to Misaki.

6.Talk to Watanabe.

7.Annoy Watanabe.

8.Set something of fire.

The one that seemed best was number two, but he had a feeling that it was unwise to do such a thing at the moment. Second would seven or three. He decided to kill two birds with one stone and crumple up the paper and throw it at Watanabe.

Unfortunately, Iwata does not have the greatest of aim. Instead of hitting his friend, he hit Hyatt, who promptly hit the table (with her head, mind you).

Everyone stared at Hyatt for a while, seeing that, really, could getting hit in the head make you kinda pass out like that? A trickled of blood seeped from underneath her hair (since it was covering her head) and everyone stared some more.

"You ass hole!" Watanabe yelled at Iwata, shaking Hyatt's shoulder and asking her if she was okay. There was no response.

"I'm bored!" Iwata wined, much like a small child, or perhaps a hungry piglet.

"Don't throw crap at people when you're bored!" Watanabe shot back, still trying to wake Hyatt. "Amuse yourself without dragging others into it! Ass!"

Hyatt lifted her head from the table and blinked a bit, blood smearing her chin and tricking from her mouth. She seemed confused, and stared at the crumpled piece of paper on the floor like it was a friend who had just betrayed her.

"You know," Watanabe said, "I shouldn't even be here! If it weren't for you…"

"You would of never seen a naked girl in real life," Iwata said. Hyatt widened here eyes.

"Watanabe-Kun, why are you here?"

Watanabe flushed red.

"No reason at all," he said, glaring at Iwata. Misaki lifted an eyebrow, but decided not to say anything. Yes, she knew why he was here…in ways, it was why she was here as well.

Stop now! Get those dirty thoughts out of your head! I know what you're thinking, and you're horribly wrong! Lay off the hentia, f00! (yeah, I'm L33T. Wha'cha gunna do about it, punk?)

Watanabe turned around and stared at his paper, mumbling to himself. A silence passed over the library, save for the scratching of a pencil. Il Palazzo was writing, but just between you and me, he was actually taking notes, not writing the paper. Yeah, over-lord types are lazy like that.

"Hey," Iwata said suddenly, "we're not, like supposed to move from our seats, right?" No, no one said this. But we'll pretend they did. "What if someone has to pee?"

"I suspect," Misaki said, "that we should wait for that to happen instead of worrying about it now."

Another silence passed.

"I have to pee," Iwata said, the words coming out like a sigh.

"Go in your pants!" Watanabe snapped. Iwata looked at him, shocked.

"That's…gross. What kinda barbarian are you? Pee in my pants…disgusting…"

Watanabe rolled his eyes. Why were all of his friends freaks?

Really though, he shouldn't be complaining. He only has three. Take them for granted. You're not so smooth yourself, ya' dig?

For a while, there was a silence, seeing that Watanabe's a loser and couldn't think of a good comeback, deciding it would be better to just ignore him, like your parents always tell you to do when someone's annoying you (it never works either, does it?). Iwata was trying to find something he could set on fire without burning down the whole place, which ended up being his shoe, which ended up not being a good idea.

After the painful sensation his foot resided, Iwata was once again unamused, so he made a new list in his head. Most of them are too explicit for me to write, so I won't bother translating his horrible, horrible thoughts onto paper (computer?) for you. End the end he went with one of his less horrible, horrible thoughts on the list, which happened to be hit on someone. He tired in on Misaki, but it didn't really work, because she almost broke his hand.

Almost. But not quite.

While waiting for the throbbing sensation to stop, he decided to hit on the next closest female.

"So, Hyatt," he asked, "you still a virgin?"

OO

A/N: I could totally continue this, but I've decided not to. Right there is a good place to end. Next chapter, expect violence, boredom, AND BAD WORDS:0