Hey all

Okay, so I just saw the Breakfast Club for the first time the other day and have no become slightly obsessed with it. So I couldn't help but write this. Let me know what you think! Thanks.

I hate this! We pull up to the school (aka Hell with florescent lighting) in the ratty red old truck and all I want to do crawl back into bed. I can see the other cars with upset parents telling off their kids and turn to the brown haired woman beside me and ask in an annoyed sigh "When do I get my car back?"

Stern cinnamon brown eyes lock with my sky blue gems "we talked about this, you'll get it back Monday, you drive to school then home, nothing more, you understand young lady?"

Chewing on my sickly sweet gum I nod. It had only been two days and already I was missing my baby, she's a 57 Bel-Air Chevy painted in the same color as the ends of my lengthy dark chocolate curls: baby pink "Got it" I then turn to the back seat to see a doe eyed seven year old boy in denim overalls eating a piece of cake and smile before climbing out the truck and grab my lunch "later pipsqueak, bye aunt Jane"

As I watch the rear lights ride off, I pop the gum, and headed into the place I knew far too well. Walking into the room I find all the kids already seated and head to the furthest table, across from a girl dressed head to toe in black and John Bender who smiles at me with a wink that I laugh off, we talked a few times when I've had detention before, but never after. He wasn't too bad when he wasn't being a giant asshole.

The redhead chick glares back at me with her judgy little eyes, so I slap on my best 'shit eating' grin and pop my gum loudly, with a quick eye roll she turns back to the front. I swing my grey army clad boots onto the table after shrugging out of my leather jacket. My outfit is simple really, a red crop top over my back long sleeved shirt, a pair of denim shorts and thigh high red and black stripped socks. I really like these socks; they make me look taller than I actually was. Barely over five foot while most girls in this school had legs reaching her necks. But hey, I have curves those bitches could only dream of, so I guess it evens out.

However I don't think it's my outfit that the queen bee was snarling at, more like the dark crimson lipstick, shiny nose ring, the perfectly inked wings dawned with a halo on the left side of my neck and the fact that every finger I have is arrayed in a variety of rings. Stuck up little princess!

In that moment, in walks the bane of my existence, Mr. Vernon "Well...well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time..."

I sit playing with the compass necklace dangling from my neck as I hear her majesty crow "Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know its detention, but...um...I don't think I belong in here..."

Vernon didn't care. He just continues to talk, because he's a dick like that. Hell, maybe his mother was psychic and that's why she named him Richard, (A.K.A. Dick). "It is now 7:06 am. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways..."

I look up from my pendant in time to see John spit into the air and catches the spit in his mouth. Both gross and impressive, the ginger-nut looks like she is going to gag while Vernon groans on "...and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats ...and you..."

Vernon pulls the chair out from under John's feet before finishing "...will not sleep."

He turns to me, then, pushes my boots off the table with a thud "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."

"Is this a test?" John asks with an almost worried tone, almost

But Vernon passes out paper and pencils and takes no notice of John "And when I say essay...I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender?"

"Crystal..." he shouts while I'm itching to get back to my comfy bed waiting for me at home, Saturday mornings are never meant to be seen, but slept through

"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even-decide whether or not you care to return." He says the same shit every time, the essay thing is new; the speech however is many times rehearsed.

The nerdy guy I recognize from chemistry stands with his hand in the air, all proper and respectful "You know, I can answer that right now sir, that'd be "No", no for me. Because..."

With an irritated snarl, the jackass that is Richard Vernon says "Sit down Johnson..."

Sheepishly the kid sits back down and I find myself wondering what the hell he was doing here. Kids like him didn't have so much as an unsharpened pencil, let alone detention. "My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised... I'm looking at you Miss. Cassidy; there will be no repeat performances of your last Saturday visit".

I smile at him and salute with an innocent tone, because it's too early for this shit "Whatever you say sweet cheeks".

"Any questions?" he bites while giving me the stink eye as I pop the bubble of gum

Putting in his first quip of the day John asks "Yeah...I got a question. Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?"

I can tell some of the others are biting back their laughter but I don't bother, what was he going to do, seriously "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."

As Vernon leaves I put my feet back on the table, my ass already starting to go numb "That man...is a brownie hound..."

"He's a fucking power mad bastard!" I groan and John turns to me with a smile as everyone wiggles round to get comfortable. Not possible in these medieval contraptions they call chairs.

Saturday detention, well I knew it was coming but that doesn't change the fact, it sucked!

Suddenly a clicking noise echoed around us and all eyes are on the girl in black, she stares at us for a few seconds before continuing to bite her nails and John breaks the silence "You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch"

The black clad girl spits part of her nail at John and I laugh "someone skipped breakfast"

The criminal's big brown eyes watch her as he says "I've seen you before, you know..."

"No shit Sherlock, she's in your English and Bio class" I roll my eyes and lean on the table, already bored out of my skull

John leans in and smiles "how do you know that sweets? You stalking her, no wait, you're stalking me!"

At his sly smile I laugh "Johnny-boy if I were going to stalk someone, it'd be David Bowie, and you my friend, are no David Bowie"

Putting a hand over his heart he mocks hurt "Mae, my love, how could you?"

"Because I'm the Shrew baby, it's just what I do" we laugh and get some odd looks from the nerd and a confused glare from the preps, the loner chick smiling slightly as I start doodling on my paper, wishing I was in bed.

I thought this was just another boring ass detention, if only I'd known then that it would be the most fucked up Saturday of all Saturdays.