A Well Rounded Breakfast Club

Chapter One

As I drove to school in my crappy, scrap heap of a car I was furious. Why? Because it was Saturday. I got detention. Stupid Vernon. When I pulled into the parking lot of Shermer Highschool, I saw the lucky ones joining me. Claire Standish, Andrew Clark, Brian Johnson, Allison Reynolds (Why is she here?), and of course, John Bender. The infamous criminal. Give me a break

Apparently only Vernon, a couple of janitors, and I were lucky enough to have a car. Although it look as though I was least lucky. Piece of crap car...

By the time I was done kicking my door shut and scrambling to get into the library before Vernon gave my another detention it appeared that everyone else had already settled in. Claire and Andrew were sitting in the front to one side. Behind them was Bender, across from Bender was Brian and behind him was Allison. I wound up sitting behind Bender. Yay..

Mr. Vernon had finally sauntered in with a smug look on his face. "Well...Well.. Here we are!" His was proud that he caught us. "I want to congratulate you for being on time."

Little Miss Princess, Claire, apparently had something to say and raised her hand. Mr. Vernon ignored her. "Excuse me sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know this is detention, but... um...I don't think I belong here.." Vernon continued to ignore her. "It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're in here. To ponder the error of your ways.." This is going to be the longest day ever... Bender at that moment decided to lean back and spit into the air. Claire saw and it was clear that she wished she could talk her way out of detention.

"You may not talk. You may not move from these seats." Vernon pointed at Bender and continued, "...and you will not sleep." Vernon began to pass out writing supplies. Uh-oh.. "Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay of no less than a thousand words describing who you think you are."

Bender looked up at Vernon as he handed him paper. "Is this a test?" Oh my... what a genius.. Vernon ignored him like he did Claire. I gotta give the man props.

"...And when I say essay... I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender?"

"Crystal..."

Well, Vernon was going to get two worlds repeated 500 times.. Vernon talking again brought be out of my spiteful thoughts. "...And maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return.."
Like anyone would...

Brian nervously raised his hand and stood up. "You know. I can answer that right now sir... That'd be a no, no for me.."

"Sit down Johnson!" Vernon pointed out of the door that I wished to go back through before leaving this school. "My office is right across the hall. Any monkey business is I'll advised... Any questions?"

"Yeah I got a question" Oh boy this should be good... "Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" That was better than I expected. I couldn't help but snicker. Vernon gave me a pointed look before turning back to Bender. "I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns" Vernon turned around clearly fuming and left.