Disclaimer: I own nothing but Lee Standish and her background. Everything else belongs to the genius that is John Hughes. Although, I'd do anything to own even the tiniest smidge of John Bender...
A silver Mercedes sat obnoxiously in front of the school entrance. The
inhabitants were Claire Standish, her "Daddy" and me. The Prom Queen
was trying to talk her way out of detention for the 100th time since Fridays
shopping spree.
"I can't believe you can't get me out of this..." she sighed, pouting her lips
like a lost pup, "I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday! It's
not like I'm a defective or anything..."
"Just a complete bitch." I'd been poking fun at Claires protests since breakfast
and this one earned me a slap on the back of the head by Father of the year.
He turned back to Claire, after he'd deemed his glare severe enough.
"I'll make it up to you. Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you
a defective."
"A bitch, yes! But not a defective.." I ensured with fake sympathy, before
swiftly exiting the car, promising to be home for dinner.
A red truck rolled past me and I caught my reflection on the shiny exterior;
tall, slim, quirky and bespectacled. Claire and I were nothing alike, in fact, no
one at school knew we were related until 8th grade when I outed her for
losing my Bowie record.
Our features were similar, same full lips, snow white complexion and dark
chocolate eyes but we'd tried to distance ourselves from each other as
best we could. She wore her hair short, bouncy and on trend, her clothes
were always designer and fresh, whereas my auburn locks had grown to
reach mid-back, were always adorned with some kind of hat and I tended
to dress a little...theatrically. Being part of the Drama club had its perks.
Suddenly, I felt an unmistakeable force knock the bowler hat from the top
of my head, and I spun around, fist at the ready, to find Claire...and Dad still
watching us. "Stay away from me today, Lee." She glared, her perfect
eyebrows almost meeting.
"You got it, babe." She rolled her eyes, pushing past me towards the steps. A
minute went by before I followed suit, adjusting my hat, straightening my blazer
and checking the laces on my Docs were tied, I made my way to the Library.
The entrance to the school was completely bare, a part from one guy a few
paces in front. He'd brushed past me at the double doors, obviously he'd
never heard of the phrase, 'Ladies first.' I took the long walk down the corridor
as an oppurtunity to observe this bad-mannered, rebellious creature.
His name was John Bender, I knew that much, he'd taken refuge by the
Drama block a few times and the last time I let him inside to hide from Vernon.
He wore a long grey trench coat, ripped jeans, the scruffiest pair of combat
boots I'd ever seen and his eyes were chocolate brown, his hair the same colour
with the exception of one silver streak.
My observations were cut short as we reached the Library, and I maneurved
my way around Bender, not wishing to get the blame for the mess he was
making at the front desk. As I strolled down the aisle of desks, I observed our
prison for the day. The school Library looked as boring as it sounded with no
windows, shelves everywhere and a freaky statue in the centre. I took a seat
on the last row on the left, removing my shoes and pulling my legs up under
my chin.
The room was already occupied by 4 other students: Andrew Clark, Claire,
Brian Johnson and Allison Reynolds, the latter being the only person I'd call
a 'friend.' We shared a desk in English Lit last year, and sometimes she'd come
and eat lunch with me under the oak tree by the bleachers.
"That's real nice, Johnny boy.." I said, as Brian was shifted across the aisle to a new
desk by Bender. What an ass. Brian sends a shy smile my way, and I return it
causing a slight pinkness to spread across his cheeks.
"I was only doing it so I could be closer to you, dear." He rebutted, using the
only petname I allowed. The last time he'd referred to me as 'Sweets', I'd thrown
an apple at his head. Bender propped his legs up on the chair next to him, grinning
at my scrunched up position the whole time.
I was stopped short from making a witty remark when Satan himself entered the
room; Richard Vernon.
So you may find that parts or lines from the movie are missing or have been slightly altered, this is not because I don't know the movie well enough (I advise you not to question my knowledge on this film) it is because I am not simply adding my character into the script with a new line here and there, I am borrowing the plot from John Hughes and turning it into my own little story :) anywho, hope you enjoyed and be sure to leave a comment, I love feedback!