Sincerely Yours, The Breakfast Club

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Saturday, March 24, 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 what 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, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a writer, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...

The redhead, Claire, sat in the front of her father's BMW parked in front of Shermer High School. Her short, curly hair was perfectly styled. Her hands were perfectly manicured. Her clothes, all designer, were ironed just for her day at Saturday detention. The expression on her face could tell all. She didn't want to be here. She shouldn't be here. Detention is for "criminals." What she did, in her eyes, was definitely NOT detention worthy.

"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 defective or anything..."

Her father gave her a sympathetic look before patting her on the shoulder. Claire's father could whip out his wallet and bribe his little princess out of anything. Except this. Even if it's just spending a Saturday in detention.

"I'll make it up to you. Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day."

Her father handed her her lunch, which was neatly packed in a small, light silver shopping bag. It's contents shifted a little as her manicured fingers gripped the handle. The redhead let out a huff before exiting the car and making her way up the front steps of the high school. Her father gave her one last knowing look before driving off. Claire's day couldn't get any worse. What would this do to her image?

"Is this the first or the last time we do this?" Brian's mother asked as she pulled up in front of Shermer High.

"Last." Brian replied, clearly upset. He knew detention would tear him apart. He wasn't exactly popular in school, being the head of the Physics Club and all. This isn't how he wanted to spend his Saturday. I'm sure this isn't how anyone wanted to spend their Saturday.

"Well get in there and use the time to your advantage." his mother snapped, waiting for her son to step out of the car.

"Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing." Brian tried to reason with his mother who clearly didn't want to be reasoned with.

"Well mister you figure out a way to study."

"Yeah." His sister piped up annoyingly from the middle seat.

"Well, go!" Brian hesitantly exited the car, hoping this detention wouldn't be the end of him.

"Hey, I screwed around. Guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, Sport." Andrew's father pulled the keys from the ignition and leaned back in the leather car seat. He couldn't be more angry with his son. Does he even want to be the best?