I don't own The Breakfast Club

A/N: While I do adore this movie the way that it has been done, I wanted to do my own rendition of the 'Breakfast Club' with an added OC student. I know that this a concept that has been done before, but I wish to experiment with it and see where it goes. Before delving into the Saturday detention, I want to elaborate more on what happens to the characters to get to where they are and after Saturday detention.

Enjoy!

No matter how dark her bedroom curtains were, they were not enough to keep the sunlight away from her eyes. Allison Reynold's groaned and turned to her side to avoid the unwanted rays, indicating for her to get up and go to school. Who even wanted to go to that school anyway? She had spent three years of her life being invisible in the eyes of her peers and teachers, but she knew that she had to get through one more year to get away. Get away from this town and go to a place where she desired to go to. Her eyes snapped open when she felt something crawl up the side of her bed. Turning over, she came face to face with a black feline who slowly stalked over to her and brushed his whiskers against her face.

A small smile came upon Allison's lips as she bought her hand over to the cat and gave him a grateful rub against his ear. At least there was someone in this household who noticed her. Her mother and father were...she didn't know how to describe them. They would provide her with food and shelter but they didn't consider having a conversation with her. Not a 'good morning, honey...how was school, sweetie...do you want to go somewhere for the weekend?' Whenever she made her presence in the walls of her home, there was nothing but silence towards her. Allison had been used towards this sort of treatment, but that didn't mean that she didn't crave her parent's love.

Letting out a sigh, she got up from her bed and walked over to the bathroom where she freshened up and applied black eyeliner under her eyes. She stepped back and looked at her reflection. Her hair covered her eyes and the only thing that was visible was her nose and her lips. One thing that she liked about this look was that it was almost like a mysterious aura that she had. No one could see her but she could see them, and a whole lot deeper than they would. Getting out of the bathroom, she went back to her bedroom and changed into her usual clothes. A long dark shirt, gray dress, different colored socks (because who had the time to find the other pair in her messy bedroom), and a satchel where she carried a numerous amount of objects. Each object had their own story and where she got them. Stolen was mostly the proper term for it and she enjoyed the thrill that came along with it, let alone other people's reactions when they realized their stuff was missing. There was one more thing that she had to herself and it was a sketchbook that was filled with numerous drawings. Drawings that ranged from portraits, to animals, to landscapes. To her, drawing was a way of escape and being thrown into a place where she had her own control. That's why Art class was one of her favorite subjects that she always looked forward to.

In Art class, there was also this other student that Allison never had the opportunity to 'meet' with. Not that she would, but mostly observe. Like her, this girl was just as quiet as she was and would always sketch something in her book. In Math class, Allison had tired to peek over one time at what she was drawing, but the girl had been quick enough to close her book before the teacher had come over.

If a teacher saw a student do something that was not related to the class, then they would be in trouble. Allison hated that form of constraint. If a student was good and understood the subject, why stop them from doing what they liked? Then again, Allison wasn't too sure about this girl's grades, nor did she care about it. Taking her school belongings into her possession, she walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, her parents sat across from one another with a mug of coffee in their hands. The two of them shared a smile as if they were the only two people in the room. Allison silently walked over to the counter to prepare herself some lunch from whatever she could find in the fridge. Anything was good as long as it had some Captain Crunch cereal in them. Or in this case, just Captain Crunch was better than anything.

"I will have to work late today in the office," she heard her father say to her mother.

"Mm," her mother hummed out as she took a sip of her coffee, "me too. When do you think you'll be home?"

"I don't know," her father shrugged, "as soon as possible. Hopefully by seven, maybe eight. Why?"

"So I can get started on dinner," his wife answered him, "I will try to finish by seven before you get home." She took the last sip of her coffee and left it on the table before grabbing her purse and heading out the door followed by her father.

Allison looked from one adult to another. This was a typical morning for her and it had gotten to the point where she felt she was the viewer of a boring television sitcom. "Welcome to another episode of 'The Boring Reynolds,'" Allison said to herself before letting out a chuckle. It would be a show with terrible ratings. She took a handful of Captain Crunch and consumed them and then walked over to the table where she drank whatever coffee was leftover. It had an interesting taste to it but it wasn't something that she would drink everyday. Only there was some sugar missing and lots of it.

Allison looked down when she felt something soft rub against her legs and it was none other than her pet cat. She bent down and gave him another scratch behind his ear and he let out an indulgent 'meow.' "Sorry, can't take you to school," she said as she took her bag of Captain Crunch and headed out the door for another day at Shermer High.