The Musician a Breakfast Club fanfiction.

Chapter 1

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 whatever it is that we did wrong.  What we did WAS wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are.  What do you care? You see us how you want to see us-in the most simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a musician, and a criminal. Correct?  That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

Meloney's P.O.V.
My mom pulled up in front of Hell. I-I mean school. I'm 17 and a Junior at Shermer High. I'm what you'd call the musician at my "school". I play the guitar, ukulele, drums, and piano. I sing all the time, too.
I have light blue eyes and long brown hair with a skull clip In it.  I had blue and black glasses because I'm far-sighted.  I was wearing a shirt with the band Metallica on it, ripped up jeans, black high top converse, and a bunch of random bracelets. I was also wearing a necklace with a light blue jewel on it. It was my great-grandmother's.
I'm quite when it comes to talking, but loud when it comes to singing. I'm pretty wired, nice, understanding, and smart. I'm also told  that I'm pretty funny at times, and if you haven't noticed already, I'm in LOVE with music.
I jumped out of my mom's red Honda before she could say anything. I had my backpack in hand and my lunch in the other. I realized who Mom pulled up behind. Brian. My crush I've had since freshman year. I ran inside after him hoping to to hi, but I was to late.
I sat at the first table to my right. The table beside me had the Princess and the Jock sitting at it. I rolled my eyes and looked to see who was sitting behind them. It was my nerdy crush. I turned away when the Criminal of the school, John Bender, walked in. He HAD to touch EVERYTHING on the librarian's desk and, of course, stole a notepad. He motioned for Brain to move out if his seat, so Brian sat at the table behind me. Thank you John Bender!  The Brain smiled at me and I smiled and waved back. I quickly turned away though because I could feel my face get red. Then a girl that everyone calls the basket case came in and sat at the table behind Brain and sat sideways so she could be isolated from us. Mr. Vernon walked in. I hate him so much.
"Well well.  Here we are.  I want to congratulate you for being on time."  He had this smug look on his face. I wish I could do to him what I did to the councilor.  That's when Little Miss Princess raised her had.
"Excuse me, sir. I think there's been a mistake. I know we're in detention, but umm...  I don't belong here."  I can't believe that actually came out of her mouth. I rolled my eyes and snickered. She glared at me and Mr. Vernon ignored her and moved on.
"It's 7:06. You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to  think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways."  Bender acted like he wasn't even paying attention. He leaned back his head and spit in the air. He caught it right in his mouth. I smiled at him thinking was pretty funny and talented. Princess looked at him disgustingly.
"You may not talk," Vernon went on talking about the rules. Princess was about to protest, but Vernon kept talking. "You will not sing, drum, or do anything musical."  He looked at me and I just rolled my eyes at him. "You will not move from these seats."  Brian was about to move to the seat beside him, but Vernon's rule made him move back. He looked embarrassed. It was kinda cute. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.  "And you will not sleep."  Vernon pulled the chair that Bender had had his legs resting on out from under him.
"Alright people. We're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay, of not less than 1,000 words," Mr. Vernon said while handing out pieces of paper to us.  "Describing to me who you think you are."
"Is this a test?" Bender asked. I smiled at him. I think that this will be a long, but interesting, detention.  Of course, Mr. Vernon just ignored him and kept on talking. Man, this guy must love to hear himself talk. I can't see why though.
"And when I say 'essay', I mean 'essay', NOT one word repeated 1,000 times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?"
"Crystal."
"Good. You might learn a thing or two about yourself.  You might even decide whether or not you'd like to come back." Ugh. Vermon, as I like to call him, was driving me insane. That's when I heard Brian stand up.
"Uh.  Ya know, I can even answer that right now, sir.  That'd be a no, no for me cause-"
"Sit down Johnson!"  Mr. Vernon cut him off.
"Thank you, sir."  Brian sat down looking embarrassed again. He looked up at me and I smiled at him half heartedly. He returned the smiled and mine grew bigger.
"My office is right across the hall.  Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?" I saw Bender raise his hand. Oh boy. This is gonna be interesting.
"Yeah. I have a question. Does Barry Manilow that you raid his wardrobe?"  Bender asked. I put my head in my arms to hide the fact that I was laughing.
"You'll have the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Mess with the bull, you'll get the horns."  Vernon made a bull horns sign that reminded me of a rock n roll sign.  He left for his office.
"That man...  Is a brownie hound," Bender pointed at Vermon after he left.
"Amen to that," I mumbled.