I'm a troublemaker, never been a faker.

Doing things my own way & never giving up.

I'm a troublemaker, not a double taker.

I don't have the patience,

To keep it on up.

Saturday...March 24th, 1984.

Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois. 60062.

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, what we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, a hippie, an athlete,a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning.

We were brainwashed...

Somehow Aunt Tina wasn't awake and it made it easier to steal the keys. Since I've left mom and no good Greg, Tina still seemed to be carefree but at least she wasn't breathing down my back like mom used to do before she met Greg. Aunt Tina is usually a light sleeper but since she worked a double shift at the hospital she's been sleeping more often. Thanks to her being so tired I stole the keys from the box in her huge closet that took me about twenty minutes just to find! Aunt Tina knows that I'm still somewhat sneaky, I used to always get in trouble by my mom because she was always on my back and I just wanted to piss her off. That was back then, of course things change. Things always change...

Sooo here I was sitting in my olive green gypsy Kombi, her name is Ophelia. When I left home I drove around for a good three days just living in my Kombi and somehow still managed to go to school. That's when I decided that I couldn't just continue living like this, especially in my high school years; I just needed a stable home until I graduate which would be in another year. I drove into town, used a payphone and called Aunt Tina up by telling her everything...when I say everything I mean everything! She immediately took me in NO questions asked.

Saturday detentions weren't as bad as you think...depending on what teacher it is. Freshman year I used to get detentions quite a bit but not as bad as this kid named John. If we all looked back on my life you would see a huge improvement maybe...every year I go through a different phase but each phase has a reason only I knew about. Freshman year = my grunge days, sophomore year = my plain Jane days, now this year = my gypsy phase. Now I know what you're thinking, you're just a wannabe but you know what I would say to someone like you? No, my name is Milan Crespo and you know nothing about me.

My heat was keeping me warm as I balled my feet up in the chair, my banjo was in my hands as I slowly strummed on the cords not thinking of anything in particular. A sweet slow melody filled my ears as I stared out my window eyeing the naked branches that kissed the winter sky. Sometimes I wonder why this happened to me...or why did bad things happen to good people? I never did anything wrong...I've always been a good girl until I decided to rebel against my mom. Up until that point I was okay, usually when a parent walks out on the family, in my case my dad you can either turn out two ways. I was okay, I wasn't great without my dad...it was hard. He left mom and I when I was eleven years old, I used to ask my mom all the time, "How come daddy never comes home like you said he would? Is there something wrong with us, does he not like us anymore?" Mom would always come up with some bullshit answer until I got tired of her lying to me and I demanded to know where my father was at the age of thirteen. Back in Portugal things were really well, dad and mom were happy, they planned on having another baby. On that day dad just left one night, he was gone for two weeks. During that time, mom was packing our things and we left. We went to another city three hours away, I questioned it but mom would always shut me down. I wish I would of just been kept in the dark so I wouldn't have to know how much of a psycho my birth father really is.

Blinking a few times I snapped out of it, roughly running my ring covered fingers over my eyes I placed my banjo down. Checking the old clock on my dashboard I noticed I had ten minutes left until I had to get inside, I pulled on my white fleece, my purple head scarf tying it but letting it hang on the side, I wrapped a scarf around my neck, zipped up my fleece, and grabbed my multi- colored bag. After locking Ophelia up I turned around and welcomed the cold to surround the warmth of my body. Slowly I started walking around from the back of the school towards the front, I sat down on the front steps staring out at the trees. I dug through my bag pulling my Polaroid camera out to take a picture of the naked branches, I smiled once the picture developed and shook it out. Grabbing a permanent marker I wrote on the white space: Saturday detention #6 - March 24th 1984. After writing that out I wrapped a rubber band around the photo along with the other ones lingering around in my bag.

A car pulled up I noticed there were two people inside, I looked closer to see who it was exactly. It was a girl with orange like short hair with wavy curls at the bottom, the window was slightly down so you could hear what they were saying perfectly.

"I can't believe you can't get me out of this! I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like i'm a defective or anything..."

A man who was probably her father stared at his daughter before saying, "I'll make it up to you honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day."

That was basically the mans way of saying, 'Get out of the car now.'

Fireball got out of the car with a pout on her face, she slammed the door shut. I knew who she was, that's Claire...the popular girl who thinks she's a princess when she's just a snob. She eyed me as she went up the stairs with disgust I sent her a smile and stuck my tongue out just to piss her off. She scoffed at me and continued walking up the steps into the school. Claire knew me, she probably didn't care to know my name but I knew her. Freshman year she picked on me calling me a zombie because grunge was my fashion sense then. We had gym together and Claire; her friends decided playing a prank on me was fun. We were forced to take showers after gym class and I didn't feel comfortable since I didn't shave like the other girls did. I ended up getting my period for the very first time and one of her friends, Brandi noticed since she was right by me and made a big deal about it. Mom didn't tell me anything about periods, she came from a strict Christian home some of her parents ways reflected on her down to me. I thought that there was something wrong me so I started crying and Brandi laughed at me. She left to get the other girls, she brought the whole group of girls including Claire as they pointed and laughed at me. On top of that I was more developed than all of them especially in the chest area so they picked fun at me for that saying that my body was all wrong.

I tried to get pass them but they blocked my way and they stole my clothes, I ran all around the locker room trying to get my clothes but while doing that I slipped in my own blood hitting my head. All Claire did was laugh and watch, she is a true bitch. Another car pulled up right in front of Claire's father's car, he pulled off a second later. I noticed a boy with blonde hair, a small girl, and a mother.

"Is this the first time or the last time?"

The kid seems upset as he answers his birth giver, "Last..."

His mother eyed him, "Well get in there and use the time to your advantage..."

"Mom we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing."

His mother points her finger at him giving him a serious glare, "Well you figure out a way to study!"

The little girl speaks up for the first time, "Yeah!" She taunts.

The blonde boy gives his sister a look as if he wants to mush her face or something.

His mother screams at him, "Well go!"

He gets out of the car without another word and makes his way up the steps. I'm eyeing him and I guess he feels my eyes on him, he looks over at me his mouth falling ajar for a minute as he takes in my appearance. No one has ever looked at me the way he's looking at me now, boys only just started talking to me last year since I started wearing "cute" clothes that show that I have "Nice melons" or whatever. I stopped wearing so much make-up this year too, that could be it. I'm all about natural, just my regular self with my left eye a light shade of golden brown and my right eye a shade of grayish green. I offer him a smile, he closes his mouth looks down, blushes and runs up the steps leaving me grinning.

A truck pulls up showing a guy, I recognize him right away. That's Andrew, a typical jock on the wrestling team. He was a jerk, last year I used to get really bad seizures. In the lunch line I fell backwards, Andrew and his friends were behind me at the time. I fell on Andrew and he just let me fall in the lunch line. Do you know what he did? He laughed; his friends recorded me as I shook and peed on myself.

He was chatting with his dad about something, he didn't look thrilled to be talking to his father. He got out of the car not even seeing me sitting there, I'm not exactly sure what he would say to me since we haven't seen each other the whole school year so far.

Another car breaks forward, a few spaces over from the school. There walks a boy with his neck long brown hair, shades, a gray coat, hands in his pockets as he walks past the car that breaks. I knew that boy anywhere, John Bender. I ignore him as he does me and look at the last person to get out. A girl dressed in all black, short black hair moves towards the front of the car but the car speeds off leaving her there. Allison, I knew her too.

Sighing I stood up making my way up the steps to face my Saturday detention.

Oh joy.

A/N: Helloooo! I've loved The Breakfast Club since the first time I've seen it, I was around 10 or so when I first saw it. Now I'm 17 and I've watched it plenty of times and fell in love with it, I now know what everything means so I understand it better than I did when I was 10 lol. But yes I'm excited to write a new fanfic, I've seen so many OC'S written about Bender & don't get me wrong I love me some Bender but I also thought Brian as adorable and I also think Emilio Estevez is gorgeous...loved him even more in The Outsiders! But I can't tear him away from Allison now can I?

I was going to go into more depth this chapter but I thought it would be better to leave it like this. I have a shit load of homework to do that I should be doing now but I was supposed to write this chapter yesterday BUT I was watching Anime so shuddup! Haha so yeah that's it, I hope you guys kinda like Milan so far I don't know I love Hippies and wanted to make my OC one so just give this a chance, I'd appreciate it.

Any questions or comments leave me some love below! Let me know what's on your mind?

Take Care :)

- ALovelyEccentricSoul xXx