The Breakfast Club: Here's to Future Days The wonderful story of all 5 members and the'r intertwining relationships not just the typical lovvy angsty ones!
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Chapter 1: Reminisce
It was 6:30, and detention had only been over for a half an hour or so yet to Allison, it felt like years had past. Allison was slouched in the back of her father's station wagon. They were driving downtown for her father's business. His clients invited them to dinner and she was to come along only because they wanted to meet the lovely daughter he spoke so fondly about. " "Funny," she laughed to herself, "He talks about me more than he talks to me." The car drive to Chicago with her parents going to be a long and silent one.
"Silence," she thought, "My favorite entity." However, her silence was broken that day. No more days spent wrapped up in her thoughts and feelings. It was nice. She pretended to be a
pathological liar with a shrink. She'd never screwed a shrink. She'd never even had a shrink. The look on Claire Standish's face was definitely worth it, though. She was such a gullible girl with a head full of shallow ideas. Allison had always toyed with the idea of messing with her
head because she knew she would be amusing to mess with. But after today's events, Allison saw that Claire wasn't like she had always imagined. Claire wasn't as
shallow as Allison thought she would be. They'd all shared some stories and found some common ground to stand on together, especially when it came to parents.
"Speaking of parents," she wondered, "Are they still going to give me the silent treatment today?"
Norm and Cindy Reynolds enjoyed silence. They enjoyed it so much they ignored there raging hormonal teenage daughter. Allison wasn't one to rebel but it would be nice if she could get a "Good morning sweetie." Or even a "Congrats on that A in art class." They never bothered; everything about her was just tossed aside like yesterday's news. She hoped her false detention she rigged up would spark something but she could only sit and wait for a response that would probably never come.
As the station wagon halted to a stop at a crosswalk near a rundown neighborhood, a familiar figure passed by, looking cool and confident as ever. John Bender amused Alison
more than the others. His very gait even puzzled her. Sure, she liked Andy, but that was a more romantic venture. John was one of those guys you could stalk for days on end and not be bored by his antics. As the car pulled away from the stop sign, Alison turned frantically and stared until his figure disappeared down the street.
On his way home from detention, John Bender made a quick stop at Drug store.
After giving his last Cigarettes to his "friends", he was completely
tapped out and was going to need some more tonight. Somebody's older brother, one of Bender's chums, was throwing a bash that night at his apartment downtown and Bender didn't want
to go empty handed. The wind picked up so he pulled his grey trench coat closer to his body.
Bender hopped past a few fences on his way to pick up his cancer sticks, when he noticed a pale figure from the back of a station wagon.
"That basket case," He muttered under his breath.
John Bender continued down the road while his mind slowly began to remember the events that had unfolded that day. Even though he didn't realize it has he handed a nervous looking cashier a crumpled Hamilton to pay for the cigs, Bender was going to spend a lot more time thing about Saturday detention than he expected
