Richard Vernon goes to the library after the six teens had left, expecting a load of bullshit essays. All he finds, though, is a singular paper with a flower drawn on the corner. He picks it up and begins to read.
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong.
But we think you're crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are.
You see us as you want to see us...
in the simplest terms,
in the most convenient definitions.
But what we found out is that each one of us is
a brain...
and an athlete...
and a basket case...
a substitute...
a princess...
and a criminal.
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
Principal Vernon shakes his head, folding the paper and putting it into his pocket before making his way to his office.
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