Hey! This is actually, as you can see, a Breakfast Club fanfiction! I love this movie, but I hate the ending. And there always just seemed to be something missing, something that it needed to be complete. So I'm going to try my hand at the heavily used John/OC, with the usual A/A and Claire/Brian. So, enjoy!

Saturday, March 24, 1984

Shermer High School

Shermer Illinois, 60062

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We except the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy making us write an essay telling us who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms and most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a princess, a musician, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed...