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Allison's confession to the group felt like a weight had been lifted off the room. After each classmate voiced their issues with to one another, and how eye-opening it was, everyone seemed to feel at ease.

Claire felt that she should let go of the judgement that she had for her classmates prior. The time that she had spent with her friends gossiping about their classmates, without getting to know them, was something that she was never going to get back. To her, it was better that she stopped now before other people were hurt. For her family life, even though she deemed it to be annoying, she ought to consider herself lucky because some of her classmates had it tougher than she did. However, that did not mean that she was impacted by her parents' fights.

Andrew was glad that he was able to express what bothered him with this classmates. No one passed their judgement of calling him malicious for hurting Larry or weak for crying in front of them. What bothered him was how he was going to face Larry on Monday when they trained…or if he had dropped from the team. To Andrew, if Larry didn't forgive him he wouldn't hold if against him. Forgiveness was not given, it was earned.

Brian felt better than he ever had these past couple of days. Pouring his feelings to his classmates and the concern that they showed, some being more expressly than others, he was glad that he had some form of support. They may not be family, but at least it accounted for something. What John had said to him, made him think deeply about the importance of intelligence. It wasn't just being book smart that was important. Being practical was just as important and with that lamp, Brian had failed to look at the bigger picture. If the lamp didn't turn on, so what? If he got a B at the end of the semester, so what? If his parents got mad at him and grounded him until he was eighteen, so what? Nothing was more important than himself.

Allison was glad that she had found the courage to open up to her classmates. It had taken her most detention to do so, but she had been busy studying her classmates. She had something that many people lacked and it was reading people. After all, it was inside what counted. What she saw in Claire was a girl who was torn on where she wanted to fit in. She seemed unhappy being with the people that she was hanging out with, yet she chose to do so. It was her choice, but Allison hoped that she would decide to change it. In Andrew, she saw a boy who was pleading for his father's approval. She had gone through that and knew how difficult it could be. In Brian, it was the same but it was double the pressure. Having such parents who didn't appreciate the hard work but only wanted results was just ghastly. As for Bender, him and her were not too far off from another. He got mistreatment and she got neglect, two different kinds of abuse. Lastly, in Susan she saw a girl who was trying to find her way but also trying to please the authority that surrounded her even if she rebelled every once and a while. All of them had some work to do…and she hoped that they would acknowledge one another on Monday.

John had filled his mind with a lot of misjudgment for his classmates. Andrew wasn't all that of a jock as he made himself to be, Brian wasn't the perfect son as he originally thought, and Claire wasn't as superficial as he deemed her to be…though he couldn't help but give her a wakeup call occasionally. The only person in the room that had authenticity was Allison. She was not afraid to be herself and was proudly displayed that. For Susan, John believed that she needed to toughen up. The world wasn't made out to be colorful just like her drawings and she couldn't express everything through her art. A canvas was an inanimate object…it wouldn't hear her.

Susan had never expected to be in a room for different social groups that she could relate to. Nothing was perfect. Nobody was perfect. And no matter how hard they tried; they couldn't make everybody happy. In the end, just be yourself. With those words in mind, Susan grabbed her pencil and began to make individual sketches of the subjects that surrounded her.

After a while, Brian took a deep breath and ran a hand over his eyes. "We need to do something together before detention finishes. Something that we can all remember this day."

"This group therapy wasn't enough for you?" John asked Brian with a slight smirk upon his lips.

"We need something lighthearted," Brian answered. The group therapy had been helpful for him, but there was a part of that still lingered in his chest. "What do you suggest we do?"

A moment of silence hung above their heads. Allison looked from one classmate to another. "We could try dancing," she suggested and felt everyone looking at her and this time, she didn't feel like hiding.

Claire was about to oppose to that idea but Andrew jumped in. "There's no music," he pointed out.

"There is a sound system in the back of library," Brian said, "I can hook it up to the sound system." He got up from the floor and headed to the back of the library.

Before they knew it, a song began to play on the speakers that was all too familiar to the group. 'We Are Not Alone.' A song that they all enjoyed and could relate to. The students sprung up from their positions and began to dance around the library, not having a care of how they danced of if Vernon walked in and caught them. All of them felt free in expressing themselves through their dance. They danced with one another, enjoying the company that they shared until the music finished and Allison finished it by collapsing theatrically on the floor.

After their dance, all of them were sitting by a railing and waited for detention to be over. John looked at the clock and noticed that they had some time before four o'clock. Before Vernon discovered that he was gone, he climbed inside the vents and slowly crawled through before making his way back to the closet.

Back at the library, Claire turned her attention over to Brian. "Brian?" she called to him. "Are you gonna write your paper?"

He could rebel towards Vernon and refuse to write the paper, but it was going to take a long time or him to get out of the 'good student' personality that he had been accustomed to. "Yeah, why?" he asked her.

"Well it's kind of a waste for all of us to write our paper, don't you think?" Claire asked him.

"Well that's what Vernon wants us to do," Brian told her.

"True," Claire said, "but I think we'd all kind of say the same thing."

A smirk came upon Brian's lips when he figured out what Claire was trying to do. "You just don't want write your paper, right?"

Claire beheld a secret smile upon her lips. He got her there and it was from that quick wit of his. "True," she confessed, "but you're the smartest right?"

Upon that compliment, especially from the school's future Prom Queen nominee, Brain felt flattered. "Well…" he was about to add when Claire smiled at him.

"We trust you," she said.

Brian looked over at Allison and Andrew and they gave him a nod of their heads. Two other people that didn't want to write their papers. "Alright, I'll do it," Brian said as he jumped off the railing.

Susan jumped off the railing and followed Brian. If he needed to brainstorm some ideas, she was more than happy to help him out. Once she is settled in her seat, Susan looks up and sees Allison following Claire. At least they seemed to be getting along well with one another. Susan then looked up at Brian and by the look in his eyes, she could tell that the wheels were turning on his head. If Brian was going to write the paper on their behalf, maybe she ought to leave a small note for her uncle. She reached behind her and took Allison's paper and began to write whatever came in her mind. There was no holding back, Vernon had to hear her and if this was the only way, then so be it.

Brian was too focused on his writing. He looked up and saw Allison and then did a doubletake when he saw a different version of her. All that dark clothing had been removed and she wore a pink buttoned shirt, her hair was out of her eyes and perfectly combed, she wore Claire's makeup, and a headband on her head. "Wow…" he whispered.

Susan looked up from her paper and was shocked when she saw Allison's new makeover. Clare really know how to turn a beautiful girl into a masterpiece. Through the dark clothes and brooding nature that Allison had, she had this beautiful mystery but now, she beheld her own femininity. All she needed was just a little help getting there. "Allison, you're beautiful," Susan commented, causing her friend to give both her and Brian a smile. By the way, where was Claire?

"Thank you," Allison whispered to them before heading over to Andrew. She could see that he was speechless by her new makeover. A part of her believed that Andrew liked her as she was before, otherwise why wouldn't he ignore her? And this new makeover, even though she could feel it wasn't her, it was nice to see the faces of how others reacted.

"What happened to you?" Andrew asked when Allison approached him.

Allison felt that wall starting to rise between them. "Why?" she asked him, "Claire did it." When he didn't answer, Allison was ready to crawl back into her shell. "What's wrong with it?"

Andrew shook his head, "nothing is wrong. You're just so different you know. I can see your face."

Allison looked away from a second before glancing back at Andrew. "Is that good or bad?" she asked him.

"It's good," Andrew answered her and Allison couldn't help but smile at his kind words at appreciating her for whom she really was.

Over at the table, Brian had finished his paper. He kissed the paper and gave himself a bump on the shoulder. He glanced over at what Susan had written but then saw that she was sketching. "Think Vernon's gonna like that?" he asked her.

"If he doesn't, then screw him," Susan said. The words felt like poison on her tongue for saying those words. Other than her grandmother, he had his own way of caring for her, even though Susan deemed it to be wrong. From her experiences in this Saturday detention, Susan felt that she had somehow grown.

At 3:55 PM, Claire snuck back into the library and sat down at her regular seat. No one inquired to where she was and she was glad that they didn't. After she had given Allison a makeover, which she considered she did a good job in and Allison's makeover would make any girl jealous, she had paid John a visit. Even though they had a tumultuous start, both shared a tender moment in the closet that melted away all that had happened prior. And that was a secret that would be sealed upon her lips forever.

When the time struck four o'clock, Vernon walked into the library. After all that he been through on this Saturday, he was glad that it was over. However, he was going to have to do this for another two months. "Detention's over," he said to the students, "get your things and leave." As everyone gathered their items, he glanced over at Susan. "I'll give you a ride home, Susan. You can wait for me outside." He walked out of the library and proceeded back to his office and let John out of the closet.

When he said that, Claire and Andrew turned around and looked at Susan. "Vernon is your uncle?" Claire asked her and she answered with a nod of her head.

"Damn," Andrew commented, "must be tough."

"I pull through," Susan smiled at them as she walked alongside Brian and headed out of the library. John was already waiting for them in the hallway and he met up with Claire as they walked together along with Allison and Andrew.

The group passed Carl as he greeted Brian and John smiled at him. "See you next Saturday."

"You bet," Carl smiled at John as he watched the group leave.

Brian and Susan were the first ones out the door followed by Andrew and Allison and then Claire and John. Brian let out a sigh. "My dad's already here. I'd rather not go," he told Susan.

Susan grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him across the building where they were far away from his father's eyes. "Let's stay for a little bit," she smiled at him. "I want to show you something." She opened her sketchpad and ripped out a piece of paper before presenting it to Brian.

Brian took the paper and looked at it. It was a realistic portrait of himself.

"I tried to get it as authentic as I could," he looked up when Susan spoke.

"It's…it's incredible," Brian commented. Then, Claire's words come into his head…if they were going to be friends on Monday. Susan had said 'yes' but he couldn't shake the feeling that it could possibly be untrue. "Will you forget about me…" he asked her, "on Monday?"

Susan gently put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "We go to the same school silly," she reminded him, "why would I forget about you?"

Brian let out a light chuckle. "I guess I'm just a little worried about what's next. It's something that I can't prepare myself for."

"You're not the only one," Susan said, "we're all trying to figure out. Just as long as you," she tapped his nose with her finger, "don't forget about me."

Brian's father impatiently honked his car horn, causing Brian to look behind him. A good moment ruined by an impatient parent. He wouldn't have done this before, especially with a girl, but just like everyone else today, he had grown. "Give me your sketchpad," Brian said and he reached behind his backpack and pulled out a pencil. When Susan extended the sketchpad, he wrote down his number. "Call me when you get home." He pulled away from Susan and got inside his father's car.

Susan watched as his father drove away from the school and there was only Andrew, Allison, John, and Claire left.

Andrew and Allison looked at one another tenderly. Andrew bought Allison's head towards him and they shared a kiss with one another. A surge of excitement shot through Allison, leaving her wanting more of Andrew. She didn't know what was going to happen on Monday so she stole a stitch from his jacket and the blue sweater that he wore.

Susan quickly made her way down the stairs and handed Andrew and Allison portraits of themselves. She hoped she didn't interrupt the moment between them.

"She gave my a portrait of you," Andrew said as he looked up at Allison.

"And I have three things to remember you by," Allison smiled as she looked at Andrew's portrait. She didn't removed her eyes from him until she got inside her parents' car. She didn't expect for her parents to say anything to her.

"Allison?" she heard her mother's voice and she was caught off guard. Allison looked up as if she was in trouble. "Is that really you?" her mother turned around and looked at her.

Allison felt something swell up in her throat upon her mother's surprise. Yes she wanted to say to her. It has always been me.

Andrew's eyes never left Allison's the moment that she got inside the car. When his father pulled up, Andrew got inside and he knew that his father would ask him question about who that girl was. When his father didn't, Andrew was relieved.

Claire tenderly held John's hand and she placed an earring on his palm. She closed his hand and gently held it before letting go.

This girl John thought. She had her moments of being oblivious and arrogant, but also sweet and kind. They were both aware that they weren't meant for each other, but that didn't mean that they couldn't respect one another.

Claire didn't know what her future held on Monday and neither did John, but eventually they would cross paths, and that was something that Claire was looking forward to. She noticed John tilting his head and leaning forward and she allowed him to kiss her. For a guy who was a rebel, he was gentle with her. Claire broke the kiss, feeling that it was longer than she expected. As she was about to get in the car, Susan ran up to them.

"Don't leave before I give you these," she said and handed Claire a portrait of herself and gave one to John.

Claire took the picture in her hand and was shocked at the level of detail that Susan had captured. From the texture of her hair to her brown eyes, and her cupid lips. "Wow," Claire said as she looked at Susan. "It's beautiful…I really mean it." With another smile, she got inside her father's car and she kept her eyes onto John before the car drove away.

"Who was that Claire?" her father asked her.

Of course her father would ask whom she had been kissing. "He's just a friend," she told her father. She felt that there was a change of tone in his voice, almost protective when he saw her kissing John. A smile lingered upon her lips at the thought of that. Her parents weren't going to be the only people the use her to go against one another.

John watched as Claire's father drove away. He held tightly onto Claire's diamond earring before he put it in his ear to keep. Then he realized he was holding onto Susan's drawing. He looked at the drawing and a small smile came upon his lips when he saw his own portrait. "Picasso," he said and pointed at her, "this is your best drawing yet."

Susan appreciated his compliment. "Thanks John," she smiled at him. "Another drawing to add to your little gallery."

John smiled widely at her. "I'm just getting started," he told her, "you better hang tight onto your drawings." He turned on his heel and was about to walk away when he turned around and looked at her. "See you Monday, Picasso."

Susan gave him a nod of her head and watched him go his own way. Susan looked back at the building. She could wait for her uncle to finish up or she could make use of whatever daylight was left and use it to her advantage. She headed over to her bicycle and unlocked it from the rack. Artwork awaits me she thought as she hopped on her bicycle and quickly peddled down the road.

Inside the library, Vernon went back to collect that papers that no one wrote. Typical he thought as he saw a sheet of paper on the desk that didn't even have a thousand words written on it. Regardless, he picked up the paper and read the words:

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us in the simplest terms, with the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each of us is a brain.

…and an athlete

…and a basket-case

…a princess

…an artist

…and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely Yours,

The Breakfast Club

There was another paper attached to the one that Vernon was reading. He pulled it away and read it:

Once an artist, always an artist

There was a bolded arrow that motioned for him to turn the page on its back. Once Vernon did so, he saw a portrait of himself staring back at him.