Dear Principal Anders, In consequence to our actions in which reserved us all seats to this detention today we are forced to write you a letter telling you who we think we are. Personally, we think that idea is explicitly illogical for many reasons: one being we aren't even quite sure ourselves, and the second being that whatever we say you will continue to believe in your biased judgments of each one of us. No matter what we say in this essay, you will indefinitely praise the opinions you yourself have conjured. So to say what will please you in the utmost simple and suitable terms, we are nothing more than a geek, a pervert, a stoner, an actress, a rockstar, a slut, an athlete, and a princess. We hope this fulfills your greatest desires. Yours truly, The Breakfast Club.
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