AN: Kay, peeps, new story time! This is a remake of the old 1985 cult classic, the Breakfast Club. I know nothing beats the original, but hell, I tried. Hope this is to your liking.

Chapter 1

It was a cold, early morning in the city of Lincoln, Nebraska, where eight students from the Lincoln Southwest High School were arriving to serve their Saturday detentions.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Won't you come see about me?

I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts

Giving me everything inside and out and

Love's strange so real in the dark

Think of the tender things that we were working on

VO: "Saturday, March 24, 2012. Lincoln Southwest High School, Lincoln Nebraska, 68516. Dear Mr. Cole...we agree to the fact that we had to sacrifice all of our busy Saturdays here in detention for whatever it was that we all messed up on, and we did indeed mess up. But with all due respect, we think that you're insane for making us write this paper telling you who we all think we are. What the hell do you care? You only see us as how you WANT to see us in your eyes. You see us as an overachiever, a rebel, an artist, a geek, a cheerleader, a loner, a musician, and a tough chick. Right? Well, that's the way we saw each other at seven o' clock this morning. That was before we really got to see each other's true colors..."

Show change may pull us apart

When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don't you forget about me

Don't, don't, don't, don't

Don't you forget about me

Detention that morning was held in the school's library, which was pretty huge and spacious in contrast to how large the room should usually be. In the room, there were six tables that were set in two rows of three.

Velvet Sky, the school's most popular cheerleader, entered the place first and took her seat at the front left table. She dressed entirely in pink, and was probably the most beautiful girl in the school, considering the way the lowerclassmen of the school would worship her, the wannabes wanted to BE her, guys would die to get a date with her, and some of her fellow cheerleaders were even jealous of her because of her wealthy upbringing. She took out a mirror from her purse and checked her hair and make up, making sure that she looked absolutely perfect. "Ah, beautiful as always. Just can't believe they made me come...here after skipping ONE day of school just to go to the mall, I mean, come on!" she scoffed to herself.

Will you stand above me?

Look my way, never love me

Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling

Down, down, down

Next, Alex Shelley, the musician of the school, arrived next and took his seat at the table behind hers. He wore a red graphic tee, with a black leather jacket, which he never left home without. Being the musician, he was very fond of his guitar, but more than that, he loved to sing. In fact, he had his own band called the High Crusade, in which he was the lead singer of. His band was supposed to have a rehearsal today, but Shelley was pissed that he had to miss rehearsal in order to be there at the library.

Will you recognize me?

Call my name or walk on by

Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling

Down, down, down, down

Hey, hey, hey, hey...

Chris Sabin, the brain of the school and the self proclaimed overachiever, came in next, looking around the room for a place to sit. He pointed to the chair next to Velvet's, and she eyed him down before shrugging as an 'ok' for him to sit there. He sighed, angry that he was there serving detention, because he had NEVER gotten in trouble like this before. His parents were very disappointed with him, and Chris had that hanging over his head the entire time, along with thoughts of how this detention would damage his permanent record forever.

In walked Mickie James, who was grumbling something as she stomped over to one of the back tables. On the outside, she was beautiful and a little short for her age, but made up for that by constantly putting people in their places. If anyone had spoke wrong about her or had a problem with her, she wouldn't hesitate to stuff them in a locker or nearly superkick their heads off. Sometime last week, someone in particular had pissed her off so much that she had to take some desperate measures, and uh...here she ended up. Velvet, Alex, and Chris looked back at her when she caught them and cried, "WHAT?"

They quickly turned back around.

Don't you try to pretend

It's my feeling we'll win in the end

I won't harm you or touch your defenses

Vanity and security

After that, AJ Lee, the resident geek of the school joined the crew next. She was the shyest girl in the school, and once she saw everyone looking at her, her head instinctively drooped down as she quickly scuffled to Alex's table and took a seat next to him. Although she was a geek, she was very pretty, but even though people had told her that, she was too insecure about herself to believe it. Her hobbies involved watching Anime, playing video games, and her very favorite, reading retro comic books. Oh, and she absolutely adored converse sneakers, owning a pair in almost every type and color. Truthfully, she couldn't stand the popluars because they had always looked down on the geeks, and when Velvet turned to look at her, AJ looked up for a second before rolling her eyes a little.

"Hey." Alex's voice said, turning her attention to him.

"H-Hi." she said quietly, smiling a little.

Don't you forget about me

I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Going to take you apart

I'll put us back together at heart, baby

Next, Jeff Hardy, the resident artist of the group, joined the fray with his sketchbook in hand. He was the nicest guy that you could possibly meet, and he got along with everyone in the school, but despite his popularity, he preferred to hang out alone most of the time and to just draw the day away with his sketchbook. Something else that made him stand out in the crowd was the fact the he dyed his hair a different color every day and even painted his nails to match. Everyone else in the room eyed him down and in reply, he sighed, rolled his eyes, and took his seat at the back table at the back of the room.

Don't you forget about me

Don't, don't, don't, don't

Don't you forget about me

As you walk on by

Will you call my name?

As you walk on by

Will you call my name?

When you walk away

The seventh member of the group, Phil Brooks, or as he called himself, CM Punk entered the room and scanned everyone down before a smirk grew on his face. Before he sat down, he turned to the library's checkout desk and carelessly tossed a few things off, before stealing some money off of the counter. As you can see, he's the rebel of the group, and he's seen many detentions like this before. In fact, this may have been his 18th assigned detention this year. He looked down on authority and usually never did what he was told, and he thought that he was pretty badass for that thought alone. Next, he strolled down towards the back table, where Mickie was sitting. He looked at her, she looked back at him.

Punk said nothing and pointed at her, and then pointed to the opposite table as if to tell her to move.

She eyed him down. "No. I was here first."

"So?" he asked.

"SO, I'm not moving. YOU move." she replied.

"No, so how about I just take the seat right out from under you instead?" he asked with a smirk.

She leaned closer to him and whispered threateningly, "If you do that, I'll make you bleed so hard that you won't even know what year it is anymore."

He looked back at the brunette and let out a small chuckle. "Oh, try me, I've bled enough in my life, you couldn't do anymore if you tried." he replied before taking the seat next to hers and putting his feet up on the table, laying back.

And finally, the last member of the group, Maria Kanellis entered the room, met with surprised stares from her peers. She quickly looked at them before literally hopping to the back table, taking her seat next to Jeff. Like him, she was quite unusual in every way. For starters, she usually dressed entirely in black, and today's outfit was a black and gray striped hoodie, a black skull tee underneath, black jeans with chains, and black knee high boots to complete the look. The red hair covering most of her face was the one thing that made her stand out. Aside from her attire, she was a recluse and a loner who refused to hang out with anyone and she considered herself her own best friend. And instead of facing the front while she sat, she sat facing the side wall instead, not looking at anyone. While the others were still staring at her, Velvet and Punk snickered. Jeff on the other hand was curious to see her face, but since she didn't turn around, he looked in confusion before turning back to the front.

Or will you walk away?

Will you walk on by?

Come on - call my name

Will you call my name?

I say:

La, la la la la...

And right after that, the school's principal, the one and only tool, Michael Cole joined everyone in the room, scanning them all down with a satisfied yet evil grin on his face. He chuckled and began, "Well, well, well. Now you all know why you're all here. You're all here because you're all...BAD...SPOILED...LITTLE...CHILDREN!"

Velvet raised her hand.

"What?" he snapped.

"Uh yeah, can I go home now?" she asked, loudly chewing her gum.

Shocked, he gave her a look. "NO! Now it is 7:06, and you all have exactly eight hours and 54 minutes to think about why you're here. You FAILURES are here to think about the error of your ways-"

Punk spat his gum into the air and caught it back into his mouth.

Velvet glared back at him and cringed, as did Mickie, who shook her head and turned away.

"...and there is NO talking allowed! You will not move from these seats." Cole continued, when Alex interrupted, "Hey dude, when's chow time?"

"Yo, rooster hair!" he snapped back.

"Excuse me?" Shelley asked, insulted.

"I am your principal, and you will show me some respect!"

"Heh heh. Hey Cole, you're getting old, aren't ya?" Punk asked, chuckling. "I can see those gray nose hairs sticking right outta there!"

The others snickered when Cole approached him and pointed, "And YOU!"

"What?"

He shoved Punk's legs from off of the table.

"Don't test me." he finished darkly. "Now you spoiled little brats are not allowed to sleep for the duration of your stay here. So, people, we're gonna do something a little different today. You are going to write an essay - 1,000 words to be exact - describing to me uh...why you think I'm such an amazing principal." he smiled.

The students gave him blank looks.

"Loser." said Velvet.

"Tool." added Chris.

"Scum." added Alex.

"Jerk." added AJ.

"Geezer." added Mickie.

"Douchebag." added Jeff.

"Dipshit." Punk smirked.

"Doodyhead!" Maria added with a smile.

Cole shot her a look, along with everyone else.

"EEP!" she squeaked, before slamming her head on her desk, her hood falling over her head.

"...Okay. Anyhoo, I don't care what you little punks call me, I'm still better than you all! Now for the essay, you are going to write a 1,000 word paper describing to me who you think you are." Cole finished.

Punk halfheartedly raised his hand. "This some kinda test? Cause I'm happy to fail either way."

He passed out some paper and pencils to everyone and ignored him. "And when I say essay, I mean, ESSAY. Not one word repeated one thousand times. That your answer, Mr. Brooks?" he asked.

The rebel looked up. "Whatevs." he rolled his eyes.

"Good! Now maybe you'll learn something about yourselves that you never even knew. Maybe even-"

Chris raised his hand and stood up. "I have the answer to that, sir...I'd have to say that I wouldn't learn anything about myself because-"

"SIT DOWN, CINNAMON BUNS!" Cole shouted.

He quickly sat down.

"Now, my office is right across that hall." Cole pointed down a few feet across the room. And if you decide to act up...I'll catch ya. Because I'm like a fox. Sneaky to the max!" he tried to be cool.

Unimpressed, the gang just sent blank looks back at him, while he narrowly missed a spitball thrown at him.

"I'm gonna ignore that. Now any questions, peasants?"

"Yup, over here." spoke up Punk.

"Oh shut up, Punk, you're a fail."

"So was your dad's condom." he snapped back.

"OH!" the crowd exclaimed at once.

"Hey, hey, SHUT UP!" Cole snapped. "Mr. Brooks, you just earned yourself another Saturday detention for that crack, bub! Remember, you mess with the snake, you get the venom." he said, curling two fingers and trying to act tough. "Rawr!" he growled, before turning around and leaving.

"Wow, what a lightweight." Punk chuckled to himself.

AN: Oh yeah, and the song is 'Don't You Forget About Me' by Simple Minds. If ya didn't know.