Saturday, March 24th 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer IL. 60062.
Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was 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 as you wanna see us...in the simplest terms, the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a princess, a pretty boy, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...
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The Pretty Boy (Breakfast Club)
FanfictionSix strangers, a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a princess, a pretty boy, and a criminal all spend a Saturday in detention together. And although they only met once, it changed their lives forever. I don't own The Breakfast Club, I only own Alan.
