34Author's Note: Hello it is I Avid Movie Fan 16!
After I wrote my last Breakfast Club story, I wasn't going to do another one. But I an idea popped into my head and I decided to write a new one with a brand new character (different from my previous two OCs Jessica Maitland and Belinda Gilbert). Now in case you're wondering, the word chanteuse is a French word meaning "female singer" (I thought it'd be cool if I did a different stereotype).
Also instead of doing a Monday story I'm including a Monday chapter.
So read on and enjoy!
All rights go to the legendary genius John Hughes (R.I.P.).
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 day in detention for whatever it was we did wrong.
What we did was wrong.
But we think you're crazy enough 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 the most convenient definitions.
You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a criminal, and a chanteuse.
Correct?
That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning.
We were brainwashed…
Mirabelle Sullivan stepped outside the door and locked it with her own set of house keys. She starts walking to Shermer High School.
Mirabelle lived around the corner from the school which made it easier for her to walk. This morning, Mirabelle didn't look forward to this detention but she knew she had to go and get it over with.
Once Mirabelle made it to the school, she cuts through the parking lot and made her way inside the building.
Mirabelle entered the library. She walks past the two popular teens Andrew Clark a jock and Claire Standish the prom queen and took her seat behind John Bender the school's delinquent; placing her white leather tote bag in the chair next to her.
Richard Vernon (known as "Dick" to most of the students) waltzed in. He faced all six detainees with a rather smug expression.
"Well, well. Here we are," said Vernon. "I want to congratulate you for being on time."
Claire raised her hand.
"Excuse me, sir?" She asked. "I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention but um, I don't think I belong in here."
"Bougie chick," Mirabelle thought to herself with an eye roll.
Vernon acted like he didn't care and glanced at his watch.
"It is now 7:06. You have exactly eight hours and fifty four minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways." He stated.
In front of Mirabelle, John spits saliva in the air and caught it in his mouth.
Mirabelle smirked while Claire looked grossed out.
"You will not talk," Vernon said to Claire.
"You will not move from these seats." He said to Brian Johnson the school geek who was moving around.
The principal walked over to John's desk and took the chair out from his boots.
"And you will not sleep."
"All right people, we're going to do something a little different today. We are going to write an essay." Vernon declared, passing out white paper and sharpened pencils to the students.
"No less than a thousand words describing to me who do you think you are." Vernon continued.
"Is this a test?" John asked.
"And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word to be repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender?"
"Crystal," said John.
"Good. You'll learn something from yourself, maybe you'll decide whether or not you care to return." Vernon said.
Brian stood up.
"You know I can answer that because that'd be no, no for me sir…"
"Sit down, Johnson." Vernon snapped.
"Thank you, sir." Brian said, sitting down.
"My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill advised. Any questions?" Vernon asked.
No one said a word.
Just as Vernon was about to leave, John speaks up.
"Yeah, I got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?" John asked.
Mirabelle snickered quietly.
"I'll give you the answer to that question Mr. Bender, next Saturday." Vernon replied. "Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns."
Vernon leaves the room.
"That man is a brownie hound," said John.
"You bet your bottom dollar he is." Mirabelle said.
As everyone got cozy, they hear a snapping sound. Mirabelle turned to see Allison Reynolds whom she recognized from her art class biting her nails.
Allison looked up to see the others looking at her with shocked and disgusted expressions. She looked at Mirabelle who looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow.
Allison continued to chew her finger nails just to spite the others.
"Keep eating your hand, you're not going to be hungry for lunch." John said.
The recluse spit her nail out aiming for the rebel but missed.
"I've seen you before, you know." John said.
"But you not so much," He said to Mirabelle.
"Who wants to know?" Mirabelle asked coyly.
After a few minutes, the troublemaker and the chanteuse turned away.
More soon!
