The Breakfast Club ○ GMW AU

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Dear Mr. Yancy,

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 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 definitions. You see as as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Right? That's the same way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...

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Riley Matthews sat in the front seat of her father's car, "This is ridiculous." she protested, crossing her arms loosely, "I can't believe you couldn't get me out of this. One, you're a teacher for goodness sake's. And, two, I mean, it's so absurd that I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like I'm a defective or anything."

Cory rested his hand against the steering wheel as he sighed, "I'll make it up to you, Honey." he told his daughter as he looked over to her, "But my hands are tied. Ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day." he smiled encouragingly at her, hoping this day of detention would at least teach his daughter to not skip school again.

Riley rolled her eyes as she got out of the car. She ran her hand over her pink purse as she leaned against the window, looking back to her father, "Trust me, I won't." she insisted, tapping the car before she stepped back onto the sidewalk, watching him leave before her brunette locks whipped against her back as she turned around and walked up the school's front steps.

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Farkle Minkus watched as his mother shushed his little sister. Jennifer looked to her son after Baylee had finally quieted down, "Is this the first time or the last time we do this?" she questioned the boy, whom she was vividly disappointed in.

The genius boy sighed, "Last." he mumbled, an upset undertone clear as he spoke.

"Well, go on. Get in there and use the time to your advantage," Jennifer said, unlocking the car.

Farkle looked at his mother, "Mom, we're not supposed to study. We just have to sit there and do nothing."

Jennifer ruffled Farkle's hair, "Well then, Mister, you figure out a way to study," before kissing his cheek.

As Farkle quickly wiped his cheek, holding back his acid reflex, Baylee spoke from the backseat, "Yeah!" she said in a taunting tone, mimicking their strict mother.

Jennifer shushed Baylee, again, before she gestured to Farkle, "Well go!" she told him, a bit stern. Farkle sighed, quickly opening the passenger's door before he slid out, seeing Baylee stick out her tongue at him as he turned to the school, adjusting his turtleneck as he nervously gulped.

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Zay Babineaux fiddled with his letterman's jacket which was lined with patches upon patches, showing off his 'awesomeness'. He saw his father, Michael, who knew that sometimes when kids were that skilled on the court or field or whatever sport season it was, they needed to blow off steam. Heck, the man knew he had been the same way back when he was in high school.

"Hey, I screwed around," Michael said as he nudged Zay, who seemed to be acting quite down about the whole situation, "I mean, guys screw around. There's nothing wrong with it. Except, you got caught, Sport."

"Yeah, yeah, Mom already reemed me out, alright?" Zay told him, annoyance laced in his tone as he spoke.

Michael shook his head, his eyes seeming tired, "You wanna miss a match?" he sourly asked his son, threatening, "You wanna blow your ride? Now, you know, no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!" he said as Zay got out of the car.

"Yeah, I got it. I know Dad, okay," Zay replied, hoping to satisfy his father and get him off his back. He closed the door and walked into the school without another word.

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Lucas Friar smacked his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. The tall Texan blinked, adjusting his sunglasses as a black car pulled up, almost hitting him. But, the smooth boy didn't even notice, he just kept walking.

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Maya Hart's mother slammed on the breaks, stopping right before she would have hit the boy wearing sunglasses who walked by it, casually pacing himself. Maya got out of the car as Katy kept her gaze forward, focused on the road as the waitress wasn't the best of drivers. Maya pulled her arms around herself before shoving her hands into her black jacket pockets, matching the rest of her dark aura. She walked from the backseat of the car, glancing at her mother through the front window before Katy drove off as quickly as she had come. Maya licked her lips, biting down and smirking as she tasted her own crimson blood, before letting her tongue suck the rest of the plush lip clean. She turned around to Abigail Adams High School, taking her time as she strolled up the front stairs.