Once again, I do NOT own Breakfast Club or Twisted! There is a link in my profile showing what Valentina looks like and her outfit. Enjoy :)

"Well…" Mother said. "Have fun? Behave?" She shrugged and we laughed as we said our good-byes. She hadn't been as mad as I had expected. She was just relieved that we only got detention.

Danny and I walked into the library and noticed five other people already sitting at the tables. On one of the front tables there was a Princess and a Jock with an empty chair between them. On the table behind them there was a troublemaker or I guess most people would call him a Criminal. The table next to him had a Brain and the table behind that had a Basket-Case. I sighed and walked to the table behind the Criminal while Danny went to the table in front of the Brain.

As soon as we sat down Mr. Vernon came in. "Well, well…Here we are." He said. "I want to congratulate you for being on time."

The Princess raised her hand. "Excuse me sir." She said without waiting for any acknowledgement. "I think there's been a mistake. I know its detention, but umm…I don't think I belong in here."

Vernon ignored her and checked his watch. "It is now seven oh six. You have 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways." The Criminal spit into the air and caught it back in his mouth. I was both disgusted and impressed.

Vernon just continued on. "You may not talk." The Princess gasped. "You will not move from these seats." The Brain was in the middle of switching seats, but then returned back to his original spot. "You," Vernon pulled the chair the Criminal had his feet on. "Will not sleep."

I rolled my eyes while Vernon started handing out paper and pencils to us. "Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay. No less than a thousand words describing to me who you think you are."

"Is this a test?" The Criminal said putting his feet on the table, but Vernon just continued on.

"And when I say essay I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender?" He addressed the Criminal. Well, at least I know someone's surname.

"Crystal." He answered.

"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll decide whether or not you care to return."

The Brain stood up and spoke. "Uh…you know, I can answer that right now sir. That'd be a no, no for me because-"

"Sit down, Johnson." He was cut off by Vernon. Surname number 2: check.

Johnson sat back down. "Thank you, sir." I rolled my eyes.

"My office is right across the hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?"

"Does Barry Manilow know you raid his closet?" Bender said.

Simultaneously I asked. "When do we get our one phone call?" Bender and I looked at each other amused. He's pretty cute. I thought to myself. He winked at me and turned back when Vernon started talking.

"You'll get the answer to your question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday." His eyes moved to me. "Along with Ms. Desai. Don't mess with the bull, you two. You'll get the horns." He held up his index finger and pinky and then walked out.

"That man is a brownie hound." Bender said and I nodded in agreement. Maybe this would be an interesting day.