Dear Diary: The Pieces of Me

The Breakfast Club

Dear Mr. Creation,

We are the breakfast club. We are the freaks, we are the geeks, we are the jocks, we are the preps, we are the hooligans.

Sitting alone at home on a Friday night. Not any having friends. Doing homework on a Friday night. Just to get that A to make our parents proud. Trying to figure out what to wear on a Friday night. Just to be pretty for that special guy. Going out wit the boys on a Friday night to get caught in the crowd to make my father proud. Trashing buildings on a Friday night. Wanting to escape the abuse and battered home.

They don't know what we go through. They don't know who we are. They see us how they want to see us. Just look at who we are. Tell me your truth because It will reveal itself tonight. We are slowing changing so we must stand tall. In order not to fall. We are the brains, We are the athletes, We are the basket cases, We are the princesses, We are the criminals, and we are the breakfast club.

Don't you forget about us.

Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club