The Rebel and The Criminal (The Breakfast Club Story)

Chapter 1) Welcome to My Personal Hell

Saturday, March 24, 1984

Sherbert High School

Sherbert, Illinois, 60062

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention. 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 as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, with the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a rebel, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning.

Chapter 1) Welcome to my Own Personal Hell

It was a cold brisk Saturday morning. I was in the parking lot outside of the building that I considered my own personal hell, or as others would like to call it Sherbert High School. I know what I did was wrong, but the thought of being at this god awful place on a Saturday was the worst feeling ever.

I watched as a red headed girl walked out of a BMW that was parked nearby. I knew who she was, Claire Standish. You had to be crazy if you didn't know who she was. She was the Princess of this school. She was in line to be prom queen. I was actually shocked to see her here on a Saturday. I would have thought that her dad would have figured out some way to get her out of this kind of punishment.

I began to walk towards the school when I noticed two more cars pulling up. A blonde haired boy stepped out of one of the cars. I know I had seen him in the halls but I never learned his name. He was one of those smart kids that got all A's. AKA not me. He was one of the few Brains of the school.

The other car belonged to our own personal Wrestling star. Andrew Clark. He was in the same social class as Claire. Those kids, where you knew them but they would never know you. He was one of the best wrestlers in our school, Letterman type. I never paid too much attention to the athletes in the school. I wasn't that big into the sports thing.

I had reached the front doors and I was about to walk into the halls of my own personal jail, when I heard a screech of another car from behind me. When I looked behind, I saw a girl walking towards the school in all black. I didn't recognize her. Did she even go to this school?

Then I noticed the person that was walking right by her. I had seen him before but I never learned his name, He was rarely at school. He was a kid that people would consider a criminal type. He had a walk to him that he didn't care what happened to him. All I knew was that this was going to be a very interesting detention if this was the group that we were going to be with.

As I walked into the Library I saw six tables, two rows of three. In no shock at all Claire and Andrew had decided to sit with each other at the same table. The table in the first row. The only thing that was in between them was one chair. I then saw the Brain who was at the table right behind them. I chose to take the spot that was at the table behind him. I was not much into being at the front and center for everyone to see me. I just wanted to serve my detention and go home.

Soon the criminal came walking in. He looked around at the other tables. But then he looked at the Brain and made a motion to show him to move. The Brain gave into the request and promptly got up and went to sit at the table next to the one that the Criminal had taken from him. I couldn't help but crack a smile at the high school cliche that was playing out in front of me. The nerd being afraid of the criminal. It was predictable to say the least.

My smile soon went away when it dawned on me that now this Criminal was going to be sitting right in front of me. I was hoping to just keep my head low and not get into it with anyone, but I had a feeling that was not going to be the case today. The Criminal took both chairs at the table, sitting on one of them and putting his feet on the other like a foot rest. "Oh great" was all I could think of to myself.

The other girl from outside came in walking from the doorway. She quickly ran to her seat which was at the table that was right next to mine. I took of my winter jacket to reveal my long sleeve band tee. It was oversized, the way I like it. I figured if I have to be here, I might as well be comfortable. The shirt also just matched well with my outfit which was skin tight pants, and my chuck taylors. I took down my brown hair from it ponytail, then I heard footsteps come into the library.