A/N: So…not really my 'genre'. But let's try, hm?

Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club…I do own my OC, though.

I stomped out of my small room, and entered the grotesque living room. "Where ya going Tamara?" he asked, drunk already. He didn't even remember my name. Like I cared.

"Out." I grumbled, and opened the door.

"Well-be back for lunch!" he called, scratching his balls.

"I'm not going to be back for lunch! I'll be back later!" I slammed the door, and walked down the driveway. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest. I was freezing. The fuck-head didn't even have the common courtesy to buy me a jacket for winter. What I should do, is call social services, and have them take me away.

I was the first one there, at 6:45 A.M. We didn't even have to be inside until 7:00. I sat on the steps, and leaned back. I shivered violently. My long sleeve shirt obviously wasn't standing up to the icy weather.

The next one to arrive after me was Brian Johnson. A nerd with perfect grades. I wondered what he was doing here? I saw his mother practically verbally abusing the kid in her car. Brian nodded, and stepped out, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"What did you do? Get an 'F'?" I said sarcastically when he approached the stairs. He looked at me, opened his mouth, then walked inside the building.

Next was Claire Standish. She was in my math class-and a total stuck-up. She thought the world revolved around her. God forbid she acted human once in a while. She walked out of her car with a small shopping bag, and walked inside-glaring at me as she past. "Hi there Miss Standish." I said, waving my fingers at her.

"Don't talk to me." She rolled her eyes, and opened the door.

"Don't talk to me." I mocked her, rolling my eyes as well.

After her, Andrew Clark and his dad rolled up. He was silent, only nodding while his father talked to him. He got out finally with a large paper bag from the Value-Mart. "Hey Sporto." I told him. He waved at me, and silently walked in.

I saw John Bender walking up with his hands in his pockets-looking warm. He walked right in front of a car that produced Allison Reynolds.

I groaned when I saw him, and stood up. "Gross." I hissed, and opened the front door. I walked into the library, and sat in a chair behind Standish and Clark. I leaned back, and put my feet on the table.

Bender walked in, putting his fingers on everything. "Must you touch everything?" I asked him. He looked in my direction, and lifted his sunglasses.

"You tell me." He said, and sat next to me. I got up, and sat on the railing next to the table.

Vernon came in with a handful of paper and pencils. "Sit down." He growled at me, setting papers and pencils down.

"Why Dick…I am sitting down." I said sarcastically.

"You know what I mean." He rolled his eyes, and pointed to a chair. "Right. Here." I glared at him, but still sat down on the uncomfortable chairs.

"Can't you spring for some more comfortable chairs, Vernon?" I said, shifting.

"Um…excuse me sir? I know it's detention, but…um…I don't think I belong in here, exactly." Standish said, and raised her hand up.

He ignored both Claire and I, and looked at his watch. "It is now 7:06. You have 8 hours, and 54 minutes to think about why you are here, and to ponder the error of your ways." he looked at me at the last part. I smiled sweetly, and fakely at him.

I saw from the corner of my eye Bender spit in the air, and catch it. Claire gagged in her mouth, and covered her mouth. "Lovely." I said sarcastically, shaking my head.

Vernon continued. Although, I think he was trying not to gag as well. "And you may not talk, or move from these seats. And you and you." He pointed to each of us. "Will not sleep. Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay-of no less than a thousand words-describing to me who you think you are."

Sarcastically, Bender added, "Is this a test?"

"And when I say essay…I mean essay. NOT a word reapeated a thousand time. Is that clear Mr. Bender and Miss Moore?" Bender and I looked at each other.

"Is that clear Miss Moore?" he repeated.

"Crystal. Is that clear to you Mr. Bender?" I joked with him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You too are hilarious." Vernon said angrily. "Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return." We all looked over when Brian stood up.

"You know, I can answer that right now sir…That'd be no. No for me, because-"

"Sit down Johnson!" Vernon, Bender and I said at the same time.

"Thank you sir." Brian told Vernon before he sat back down

"My office…is right across the hall. And any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?"

"Yeah…I got a question." Bender raised his hand half-way. "Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" I couldn't help but giggle at the question, and dropped my head to the table.

"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." I scoffed at that, and put my hand over my mouth to stop my laughter. "And you'll be joining him, Miss Moore." That stopped my laughter. I was upset over having a detention…though at the same time, it was one more day away from him.

"That man…is a brownie hound." Bender stated. I rolled my eyes, and put my feet back up. A loud snapping sound came out of nowhere. Like everyone else, I slowly turned around to see Allison chewing her fingernails.

"You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch." Bender told her.

"Seriously Allison? Gross." I grimaced. She glared at Bender and I, and spit her nail at us. "Ew." I commented before crossing my arms again.

"I've seen you before, you know." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vernon peek out of his office to look at us. Brian idly played with his pen.

"Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you?" he muttered. "I am a walrus." He said, almost gladly. I stared at him oddly, very scared and confused. Brian looked over at us, and laughed awkwardly. Bender and Brian both moved to take off their jackets. Bender glared at him, and took off his jacket while Brian paused.

"It's the shits, huh?" Brian asked.

"Hey…" I hissed to Bender. "Hey!" I tapped his shoulder. He looked over.

"What?" he growled.

"Lemme see your jacket." I reached over.

"Why?"

"Because I'm freezing my ass off." Vernon looked back in, and I smirked at him. "Give me your jacket…please." I said politely.

"Fine. Here." He said, throwing his jacket over my lap. I put my arms through, and closed it up. It was much too big for me, but I got some warmth.

"Where's your jacket?" Andrew asked me. I looked up, and glanced at the others who were staring as well. "Well?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Awkwardly, I pursed my lips, and looked at the table. "I…forgot it."

"How do you forget a jacket?" Standish asked, narrowing her eyes.

I snapped at that, and growled, "Look! I just forgot it, okay? Drop it."

A/N: We'll see where this leads us.