A/N: Hello. I can't believe how long this story is. I'm sorry. I hate
long stories. It looks so much shorter on the word document. I'm on page
35 and have writer's block on what will happen in the very end. Oh well.
If you have any suggestions, comments, raves, go ahead and write them.
BUT NO FLAMES! Luv y'all!
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"What do you mean you know what to write?" asked John when they reached the library. He unlocked the doors and Claire burst in the room. She went to where she was before and picked up her pencil. Alison, Andrew, and Brian just looked at her.
She stared right back saying, "I forgot my pencil."
John shrugged at them and sat down, taking out a pen from his shirt pocket. He took the paper in front of him and reached over in front to Claire, putting it in front of her.
"No, you use it," she answered, turning around and putting the paper back in front of him, plus her own piece of paper.
"What am I supposed to write?"
She turned around. "Are you kidding me? Write what you learned, or what you feel. John, you're the writer here. Not me. Not Andy. Not anybody else. It's you. Now write."
"Fine. Did I rub off on you or what?" He looked down at his paper and started writing while the others sat on the banister, looking through the file cabinet catalogs and rearranging things.
"Finished yet?" asked Brian. John wrote the last sentences and then nodded. Emily inconspicuously watched at the window while Joey was with Callie, playing with Penny. Em walked in when John completed the paper.
"Give me the paper," Emily ordered. He handed her the paper and Emily told them they could roam the school but couldn't leave. They walked out and decided that, even though they could have left, they wanted to see Emily's reaction. Emily sat on a table and started to read. The whole Breakfast Club started walking down the same hall they did that day in high school that they all changed. That day when all their lives were altered. A janitor waved to them and they waved back. They all decided to sit out on the football field bleachers and talk.
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Dear Emily,
We all understand that we needed to be locked up in here. And what we all learned today was that love doesn't die. No matter whom it is towards. And people rub off on other people, particularly when they don't mean to. Personality is partly inset in your genes. Everybody makes mistakes, some more major than others. Things you loved to do or do/did often never truly fade from your memory. Worrying comes naturally, right along with protecting your young. You can always slip back to your former self, but it's not always desirable. However, you will always be the person you were when you were in high school, elementary, and even in kindergarten. Some things you can never stop improving. And the lessons we are all learning now will take longer than we were stuck in here for to learn (and no, you are not allowed to lock us up in any room ever again). We know you'll see us as you've always seen us. In the simplest terms and most convenient definitions. But a little of our titles are in eachother. You can see some of each of us in your mother. You just haven't found it all yet. Try to though. If for no one else, for yourself. Thanks for locking us in here to see what you did and we didn't, but if you ever do it again, you will be in deep shit.
Signed, The Breakfast Club
Emily looked up from the letter. She decided to go find the Club and let them go wherever they wanted. She walked out of the room, with the note in her pocket. She walked through the halls and at the end of one, something out a window caught her eye. People were outside on the bleachers. As Emily got closer, she saw that it was them, the Breakfast Club, laughing and hanging out with eachother, and becoming close again. She had never seen her mom so happy.
Disclaimer: I disclaim what I don't own but own what I don't disclaim.
***
"What do you mean you know what to write?" asked John when they reached the library. He unlocked the doors and Claire burst in the room. She went to where she was before and picked up her pencil. Alison, Andrew, and Brian just looked at her.
She stared right back saying, "I forgot my pencil."
John shrugged at them and sat down, taking out a pen from his shirt pocket. He took the paper in front of him and reached over in front to Claire, putting it in front of her.
"No, you use it," she answered, turning around and putting the paper back in front of him, plus her own piece of paper.
"What am I supposed to write?"
She turned around. "Are you kidding me? Write what you learned, or what you feel. John, you're the writer here. Not me. Not Andy. Not anybody else. It's you. Now write."
"Fine. Did I rub off on you or what?" He looked down at his paper and started writing while the others sat on the banister, looking through the file cabinet catalogs and rearranging things.
"Finished yet?" asked Brian. John wrote the last sentences and then nodded. Emily inconspicuously watched at the window while Joey was with Callie, playing with Penny. Em walked in when John completed the paper.
"Give me the paper," Emily ordered. He handed her the paper and Emily told them they could roam the school but couldn't leave. They walked out and decided that, even though they could have left, they wanted to see Emily's reaction. Emily sat on a table and started to read. The whole Breakfast Club started walking down the same hall they did that day in high school that they all changed. That day when all their lives were altered. A janitor waved to them and they waved back. They all decided to sit out on the football field bleachers and talk.
***
Dear Emily,
We all understand that we needed to be locked up in here. And what we all learned today was that love doesn't die. No matter whom it is towards. And people rub off on other people, particularly when they don't mean to. Personality is partly inset in your genes. Everybody makes mistakes, some more major than others. Things you loved to do or do/did often never truly fade from your memory. Worrying comes naturally, right along with protecting your young. You can always slip back to your former self, but it's not always desirable. However, you will always be the person you were when you were in high school, elementary, and even in kindergarten. Some things you can never stop improving. And the lessons we are all learning now will take longer than we were stuck in here for to learn (and no, you are not allowed to lock us up in any room ever again). We know you'll see us as you've always seen us. In the simplest terms and most convenient definitions. But a little of our titles are in eachother. You can see some of each of us in your mother. You just haven't found it all yet. Try to though. If for no one else, for yourself. Thanks for locking us in here to see what you did and we didn't, but if you ever do it again, you will be in deep shit.
Signed, The Breakfast Club
Emily looked up from the letter. She decided to go find the Club and let them go wherever they wanted. She walked out of the room, with the note in her pocket. She walked through the halls and at the end of one, something out a window caught her eye. People were outside on the bleachers. As Emily got closer, she saw that it was them, the Breakfast Club, laughing and hanging out with eachother, and becoming close again. She had never seen her mom so happy.