This story is now complete, i think it's run its course. Hope you enjoyed reading it.
Peyton rolled her eyes, two people get high, leave them alone in a room together and things start happening.
Dragging Jake down the stairs, she looked at the papers on the various desks, "We still have to write this stupid essay thing for Dyck." Sitting down, she nibbled on the edge of the pencil, trying to come up with something good enough to satisfy him.
Smiling slightly, she started writing quickly. She and Jake sat in the chairs talking quietly, until Brooke and Lucas stumbled in, hand in hand.
A bit later, Nathan and Haley stumbled down the stairs, clothes thrown on and disheveled looking.
Peyton passed around the paper she'd written, they all smiled and signed it. The clock hit four o'clock. "We're free."
Peyton set the paper on the desk and all six of them walked out.
Dyck came in five minutes later and started to read it.
Dear Mr. Dyck,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you're crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out, is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.
fin