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A/N: So we have finally gotten to Saturday detention. Thank you for your reviews thus far. I know that there are some swear words throughout the movie. In order to keep this rated 'T' I may substitute some words if it is possible to do so...though I will try my best to stick to the script.
Enjoy!
Saturday couldn't have come any quicker than it already did. Before any of the students knew it, half of them were in their parents' cars as they looked at the school building before them. Claire Standish looked at the school building as if this was the first time she was seeing it. She couldn't believe that she was facing this fateful day. During the whole week, she had tried to convince her parents, mainly her father, to get her out of facing this detention but neither of them had been successful.
Claire shook her head, not removing her eyes from the building. "I can't believe you can't get me out of this," she said to her father. "It's so absurd that I have to be here on a Saturday." She glanced at her father and continued, "it's not like I'm a defective or anything."
Tim looked at his daughter apologetically and held onto a paper bag. He had tried all he could to help Claire but hadn't produced the results that she wanted. "I'll make it up to you," he said to her and held the bag towards her. "Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you defective. Have a good day."
Claire couldn't help but feel that he was being dismissive to her. Taking the bag in her grip, she got out of the BMW and headed towards the school building. You could have at least tried harder Claire wanted to say to her father as she proceeded up the steps of the building.
The car behind the BMW was occupied with two passengers and a driver. Brian Johnson's father had to work during the morning and his mother was the one to drive him to school with his little sister on board. The whole ride had been in silence until the car arrived at the school entrance.
"Is the first or last time we do this?" Brian's mother broke the silence between them.
Brian bit his lip at that question. "Last," he answered her.
"Well, get in there and use the time to your advantage," his mother motioned her head to the entrance of the school.
Even when he was going to school, his parents had to order him around about what he ought to be doing. However, this day wasn't like the typical school day. "Mom, we're not supposed to study. We have to sit there and do nothing," Brian explained to her. The last thing he wanted was to break these 'detention rules' and serve another Saturday detention. He knew that another detention would drive both of his parents insane.
However, his mother was not satisfied with his answer. "Well mister, you find a way to study."
"Yeah," his little sister, Mary, agreed with her mother, causing Brian to look at her.
Whose side are you on? he wanted to ask his little sister and then proceeded to get out of the car under his mother's orders. He took a deep breath and let it out as he proceeded up the stairs of the school. He felt relieved that he was out of the car and away from his mother's disappointed stare.
The car behind the Johnson's was occupied by Andrew Clark and his father. Andrew wasn't looking forward to spending Saturday in detention. Better yet, he would have preferred spending it training for his next meet. He could feel his father's gaze upon him as if he was waiting for Andrew to say something.
"Hey, I screwed around," his father said to him. "Guys screw around. There's nothing wrong with that, except you got caught sport."
That's not the point Andrew wanted to say to his father. "Yeah, mom already reamed me, alright?" he answered his father. His mother's words from last night were the cause of him not sleeping well. He couldn't believe that he had disappointed her more than he had disappointed his father.
Mr. Clark couldn't believe his son. That hunched position, that forlorn look upon his face, and that sound of defeat. In his eyes, his son looked like…like a loser…and he didn't want losers in the family. "You want to miss a match?" his father angrily asked him, "you want to blow your ride?"
Andrew answered his father with a shake of his head.
"Now, no school is going to give a scholarship to a discipline case," Mr. Clark continued.
Andrew clenched his jaw and looked at his father. He didn't need to be reminded all the time about what was going to happen to his future and this 'discipline case.' It was just a detention, not an expulsion. He grabbed a hold of the door handle and headed out of the car. Let's get this over with he thought to himself and headed up the steps of the school.
From across the street, John Bender walked towards the school with this hands stuffed in his pockets. He had the chance to get out of the house before his father woke up.
Before John left, he had glanced at his father's slouched figure as he continued to snore into the hours of the morning. The aroma of alcohol wasn't as strong as it was last night but it still lingered in the air. Then the aroma of cigarette smoke hit his nose and he turned his head towards the kitchen where he saw his mother walking about the kitchen with a cigarette between her lips.
She looked at John and bought up a cup of coffee towards her lips. "Two hours," she said to John.
He didn't need any evidence to what his mother was referring to. Two hours until his father woke up. John would be lying to himself if he wasn't surprised that his father hadn't woken up during the night hours. Then his mind wandered over to his mother. Had his mother done something to his father to make him sleep for such long hours? What was the reason for that? Whatever the reason was, John wasn't about to forgive her so easily. Without saying another word, he had gotten out of the house and into the cold air.
He looked up at the school's entrance. Every Saturday was a repeat for as long as he could remember. At this point, he was aware that teachers were sick at the sight of him but he didn't care. He was willing to do anything he could to survive…even if a car approaching the school grounds almost ran him over.
Allison felt her body lurch forward when her father stepped on the brakes. She was still surprised that she had been able to convince him to drive her to school so early in the morning. At least it was some form of acknowledgement from her parent.
Allison threw the bag over her shoulder and got out of the car. When her father didn't move, Allison approached the window. The moment that she did, her father stepped on the gas pedal and drove away from her. Allison looked as the car disappeared into the distance. Even though neither of them exchanged a word in the car, she hoped that he would have said something like 'have a good day' or 'I'll pick you up later.'
Again on my own Allison thought as she turned on her heel and looked at the school entrance. She kept her eyes cast on the ground and immediately walked up the steps.
Susan quickly peddled on her bicycle as she approached the school grounds. Before she left her grandmother's house, she had packed her lunch, gathered her art supplies, and left a kettle of tea on the stove. The moment that the tea kettle would start whistling, her grandmother would be getting ready to start her morning and have a cup of fresh hot tea.
As she approached the building, she noticed a figure dressed in black quickly walked inside. Even from far away, Susan could make out Allison Reynold's figure and she was shocked when she saw her. What had she done to get into detention? She knew that Allison didn't disclose much information but for someone who mostly kept to herself, why would Vernon give her a detention?
Susan parked her bicycle by the stand and clung onto her satchel where she kept her art supplies. She quickly headed up the stairs of the building and made her way towards the building before she was late.
Claire Standish had herself settled at the first row in the library. She rarely came to the library; in case it was for a school assignment. At least this boring place fit perfectly well for a boring day. She looked up when she noticed another student walking into the room…and she recognized that it was Brian Johnson, who took a seat at the table behind her. At least she wasn't the only one spending the day here. Looking over at the door's entrance, she saw Andrew Clark walking towards her table and pointed at the empty seat. Claire gave him a shrug of her shoulders and he went ahead and sat down next to her.
Just the, all three students looked up when John Bender entered the room as his hands touched every object that was present on the table. He placed his sunglasses over his head and surveyed the room. A prep, a jock, and a nerd John thought as he looked from one student to another, though his eyes lingered a little longer on Claire. He approached Brian's table and motioned for him to move away from the table.
Brian immediately obliged to John's orders as he took his items and moved to the other table across from him. He was aware of Bender's reputation and the last thing he wanted was to start an issue between him and the criminal of the school.
Susan walked into the library and staggered to a halt when she noticed the amount of people that were sitting at the tables. Wow she thought, this is more people than I thought. She gave Claire a quick glance and walked past the table and sat to the one behind John. She let out a small sigh and placed her bag on the table but as she did, a couple of her pencils slipped and fell on the ground.
John heard the noise and slowly turned around to see what had happened. His eyes moved to the ground and saw one of the pencils next to his feet. He grabbed the pencil but when he looked at Susan's face, he smirked at her. "Finders, keepers Picasso," he said and held onto the pencil.
Just then, Susan looked up when Allison breezed past her and sat at the back table across from Susan. Allison sat with her back turned to them which was enough to make Claire and Andrew chuckle at her.
Susan leaned towards the table to get Allison's attention, but her chair snapped back in place when she saw Mr. Vernon walking into the library. As always, he was dressed in a crisp tailored suit and seemed as if he had spent enough time working at this school with these students.
"Well, well," Vernon spoke as he looked at each student sitting at the tables, "here we are. I want to congratulate you for being on time." His attention was suddenly diverted to Claire who had a gloved hand in the air.
"Excuse me sir," Claire said, "I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention but I don't think I belong in here."
Of course there were those students who thought they were too entitled to face the consequences. There was one in every bunch and Vernon was glad that he was able to deal with them. He lifted the sleeve of his jacket and looked at his watched, "it is now 7:06," he continued, "you have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you are here. Ponder the error of your ways."
As he spoke, Vernon took no notice of John Bender spitting in the air and catching it with his mouth and Claire's shock. He looked up at Claire and pointed at her, "you may not talk." Then he looked at Brian, "you may not move from these seats."
Brian moved back to his original seat when Vernon said that.
"You will not draw," Vernon pointed at Susan, who pushed her sketchpad bag into her bag and tried to hide it from Vernon's sight. "And you," Vernon said to John and pulled the extra chair away from his feet, "will not sleep." He looked at each student with a stack of papers in his hands. "All right people, we are going to do something a little different today. We are going to write an essay no less than a thousand words…" He placed the first sheet of paper on Allison's table as she looked up at him.
"…describing to me who you think you are," Vernon continued and disturbed the paper from one student to another.
"Is this a test?" John asked him.
Vernon ignored John and continued. "And when I mean essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?"
John glanced away from Vernon. "Crystal," he replied.
"Good," Vernon said, "maybe you'll learn something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return."
At this place? Susan thought, very unlikely…but alas, I am stuck here with you.
Brian held his hand in the air and slowly stood up from his seat. "Uh…I can answer that right now sir. That'd be a 'no' from me, 'cause—"
"Sit down, Johnson," Vernon ordered him and Brian muttered a 'thank you' before sitting back down in his seat.
Susan glanced over at Brian sinking back in his chair. It was a bit amusing to see someone standing up to Vernon and then backing out the moment he ordered him. Though for John, and the way he had spoken to Vernon, she wondered how far he was going to go at pushing his buttons.
"My office is right across the hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised," Vernon continued. "Any questions?"
There was a moment of silence and as Vernon was about to walk away, John spoke up. "Yeah I got a question," he said and Vernon looked at him. "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"
Both Claire and Andrew tried to keep their smiles hidden from Vernon. Susan lowered her head and tried to keep her smile hidden but couldn't help it when she let out a light chuckle.
"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday," Vernon answered him and then his eyes fell on Susan. "Something funny, Susan?" he asked her.
Damn it Susan thought and cleared her quickly cleared her throat to hide her smile. "No," she muttered hoping that he wouldn't assign her another detention like he had done to John.
John looked at Vernon in disbelief when he had been so quick as to assign him another Saturday detention.
"Don't mess with the bull young man or you'll get the horns." With those words, Vernon turned on his heel and walked out of the library.
John watched as Vernon headed back to his office before he commented to the rest of the students, "that man is a brownie hound."
Susan looked ahead of her and tried to get a better glimpse at Vernon. Just because he was running a tight ship during detention, did not mean that he was going to get a promotion at the school. After all, why would the principal want to give up their position when they were already comfortable with it? With Vernon at his office, Susan leaned on her chair and tried to get Allison's attention, who didn't bother to turn around. Susan reached into her bag and tore a piece of paper. She crumpled up the paper and tossed it towards Allison, hitting her arm.
Allison slowly turned around and looked at Susan.
What are you doing here? Susan asked her. However, Allison didn't answer but turned her back to her. Susan had hoped that Allison would at least say something to her but that was action was more than enough to let Susan know that she wasn't in the mood to talk.
It was going to be one long day for all of them.
