𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛™️ [✓]

two

there are six tables in two rows of three. claire sits at the front table, when brian comes and sits at the table behind her.

andrew comes in and points at the chair next to claire, at the front table. all the girl does is shrug—and he continues to sit.

then bender walks in, he touches everything on the checkout desk and takes a few things in the process.

he walks over to where brian is sitting and points to the table on the opposite side of the library. brian reluctantly gets up and moves. bender sits at the table where brian was, and pulls out a chair to put his feet up.

within a minutes allison walks in. she walks all the way around the library and sits in the back corner table, behind brian.

andrew and claire look at each other and snicker. brian looks at her in confusion and rises his eyebrows, but then turns away.

then enters a teacher—richard vernon. he holds a stack of papers in his left hand.  he then addresses the group with such disrespect, it makes you wonder how he ever got the job.

"well, well..." he holds out his words. "here we are! i want to congradulate you for being on time."

claire raises her hand. "excuse me, sir?  i think there's been a mistake. i know it's detention, but, um, i don't think i belong in here..."

vernon checks his watch. "it is now 7:06. you have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. to ponder the error of your ways."

bender spits into the air and catches the spit in his mouth.

claire starts to gag.

meanwhile, vernon is still blabbering.
"—and you may not talk. you will not move from these seats." he points his finger to make himself more clear. he realizes bender is not paying attention, so he points at him.

"and you!" vernon pulls the chair out from under bender's feet, that he had rested on.
"—you will not sleep." he turns on his heel to walk back to the front. "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 to me who you think you are."

"is this a test?" bender asks, but vernon just ignores the boy.

vernon passes out paper and pencils and takes no notice of bender. "and when i say essay, i mean essay! i do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. is that clear mr. bender?"

bender looks up. "crystal." he snapped as he played with his curls.

"good. maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself, maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return."

everything mr. vernon was saying was going straight over benders head.

brian raises his hand and then stands. "you know, i can answer that right now sir—that'd be 'no', for me—"

"sit down johnson." vernon cuts brian off.

"thank you sir." the boy sits.

"my office," vernon points. "is right across that hall. any monkey business is ill advised." the teacher looks around at them. "any questions?"

bender raises his finger. "yeah, i got a question."

vernon looks at him suspiciously.

"does barry manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" bender joked, the group snickered.

"i'll give you the answer to that question, mr. bender, next saturday." vernon fought back. "don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." with that, vernon leaves the library.

"that man, is an asshole." bender rolls his eyes.