The Breakfast Club ReWrite Pt. 1

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I'mmmm BAAACCCKKKK! :D Hello everyone! I know, I know. Where in the blue hell have I been, right? Well. I have been obsessing over fanfiction. So much in fact that I've written at least four more stories. I've just decided to put one I've finished on here! :D

So this is based off of the well-known 80s movie The Breakfast Club. I basically re-wrote the entire script, only put my own twist on things. I'd really like to know what you guys think about it since you people were my first readers, waaaay before I even thought about looking for Fanfiction. Tell me what you think in the comments! XOXO- Angel

Created by: xX3mo_Ang3lXx

  1. It was a groggy Saturday morning, and I could barely keep my eyes open. I worked the night shift at my job last night and ended up getting to bed only three hours earlier. My dad was a disabled drunk, and my mom worked for a machine shop for minimum wage so we could have food to eat. My dad's disability paid the utilities, but as far as clothes and other necessities, I was leaned on for it. I ended up having freaking' Saturday detention because I had to skip the last two classes of school for the past week and a half in order to get to work on time. I got out of my tiny green Pinto and headed up towards the building of which I counted as hell itself. The wind was cold and I pulled my worn leather jacket closer to me as I bounded up the steps to the doors. I opened the glass door and sat down on one of the many benches in the lobby, waiting for our principal, Vernon, to let us inside the library.
  2. I watched as the badass of the school, John Bender arrived and walked though the doors. "Mornin' Peaches," he mumbled to me. Bender and I lived down the street from each other. We were decent friends back in grade school, but drifted apart once we hit middle school. He started smoking and rebelling against the system, and I did what I could to keep my grades up and my family off the streets. Usually, we kept to ourselves, but we still respected each other. "Morning Bender," I replied softly, leaning my head against the wall and closing my eyes. "Long night?" I opened my eyes and watched him as he leaned against the brick wall in front of me, lighting a cigarette. "Night shift," I answered. He nodded knowingly and said nothing else as we watched other people come to the doors.
  3. A girl in a brown floral skirt and a pink blouse walked up and came through the door, eyeing me, then Bender. She rolled her eyes and headed towards the office. The doors were closed and she leaned against the wall. Some little nerd boy in khaki pants and a green sweater came in shortly too, followed by one of our own team wrestlers. I despised the popular crowd, mainly because they always thought that they were better than everyone else. There was a thick silence between us all, until Bender got bored. "Aren't we a lively bunch this morning?" I snickered, not bothering to hide my amusement. Nine hours locked in a room with Bender ought to be interesting to say the least. He was always a funny kid, but I knew it was a cover-up to hide what his father did to him.
  4. Without warning, the door flew open and a girl with disheveled hair and dark clothes that were too big for her walked inside. She shuffled her feet and she carried a bag that was half her size on her shoulder. She went over to the farthest corner of the room and slid down to the ground on her ass. Vernon chose that time to walk out of the main office. "Come on," he said gruffly, leading the way though the halls. Once we got there, I threw my jacket onto one of the back tables and flopped down in the chair.
  5. Nerd Boy sat at the table in front of me, but Bender walked up beside him and silently stared him down until the poor kid moved. Miss Prissy sat down at the front table and let Mr. Muscle sit beside her. So the Preps were sticking together...how conventional. The quiet girl made a lap around the room before settling at the very last corner table by herself. Vernon took his place at the front of the rows and looked at us. "Congratulations for being on time this morning, I'm sure it was tough for you all." Miss Prissy raising her hand interrupted him. "Sir, I believe there's been a mistake."
  6. "Here we go," I mumbled, putting my head on the table. "I don't think I'm supposed to be here right now," she continued. Vernon just ignored her. "It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways..." I peeked out from my arms to glare at the man, but was distracted when Bender spat into the air and caught it in his mouth. I heard a snort of disgust come from Prom Queen.
  7. "Attractive," I said jokingly. He turned his head towards me and winked. I rolled my eyes and put my head back down. "You may not talk, you may not move from these seats," Vernon said in a stern voice. I can only imagine he was directing that towards Bender. "You will NOT sleep, that means you Miss Briggs." I lifted my head and glared at him once more. He continued on. "You people are going to write an essay. No less than a thousand words on who you think you are. And when I say essay," he stopped, looking straight at Bender. "I mean essay. Not a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear young man?" In turn, Bender smirked up at him. "Crystal."
  8. "My office is right across that hall," he told us, pointing towards a set of metal double doors. "So any monkey business is not advised. Any questions?" "I got one," Bender spoke up. "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?" I nearly laughed out loud. Instead I huffed loudly.
  9. Vernon narrowed his eyes at the both of us. "I'll give you the answer to that question next Saturday Mr. Bender and Miss Briggs." "Oh come on! What did I do?" I whaled, not really caring. It wasn't like I worked on the weekends anyways. Nor did I have a social life. "Leave Alexa alone. She was just enjoying my humor," Bender spoke up, obviously amused. Vernon just shook him off. "You mess with the bull, you get the horns," he said, pointing at the both of us with his pointer and pinkie finger. He then walked away to his office, leaving the door propped open. "That man...is a brownie hound," I said quietly, sighing. "Ain't that the damn truth," Bender agreed.
  10. Soooo, that's pretty much it! Well, the first initial chapter anyways. Tell me what you guys think! You know I love feedback! :D

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