This is NOT a self insertion. The characters in this fic are completely fictional!
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever we did was wrong. But we think you are crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...and an athlete...and a basketcase...a princess...and a criminal...Does that answer your question?
The Breakfast Club
"Amy! Did you take my damn brown eyeliner again?"
"I took it with me last night so that I could touch-up after I was done dancing...And it fell in the toilet at the club..."
Whitney Valance groaned and walked into her room to see her older sister sitting at the computer.
"Are you fucking kidding me? That's my only good eyeliner! Dammit, Amy!" Whitney snapped.
Turning around and walking back into the upstairs bathroom, Whitney sighed and took the black eyeliner out of her small make-up bag. She seriously hated how Amy took everything without asking, and then not even offering to replace it if it got ruined! The nerve of her older sister. Whitney snorted slightly as she finished putting her sister's black eyeliner on and she sighed, looking at her reflection. She looked way better with brown. But oh well. It was just detention with a bunch of losers that she was never going to have to say another word to ever again. She sighed and grabbed her purse before walking down the stairs, where her mother stood glaring at her.
"Mom, please, I don't want to fight about it right now!" Whitney said as she secured her dangly star earings.
"Whitney Renee Valance, I still cannot believe that you got detention...Today was supposed to be our mall trip! I have to work tomorow, so you're not going until next weekend, just so you know." Mrs. Valance said angrily.
"Mom, let's just go. C'mon." Whitney said as she opened the front door.
Jason Wilkins sighed as he climbed into his dad's green Saab. He was about to listen to a fifteen minute lecture about all the things that could have been done to prevent this Saturday detention. He looked out the window and at their perfect green house as Mr. Wilkins climbed in. He sighed and tried pushing down the wild dark hair that would never comb out.
"Are you trying to get attention from us, Jason?" Mr. Wilkins asked as soon as they were out of the drive way.
"No, dad, it was stupid. I didn't think." Jason said, almost mechanically.
"Damn right you didn't think! This is the last time something like this is going to happen, right?" Mr. Wilkins said, glaring at his sixteen-year-old son.
"Yes. The first and the last, dad. Don't worry. I'm not going to do it again." Jason said with a shake of his head, still not looking at his dad.
"Better not. Or else your mother and I will have no choice but to enroll you in Gretham's." Mr. Wilkins nodded threateningly.
"Yes, dad, I know." he said, rolling his eyes.
"Don't use that tone with me, Jason Andrew! I'm being dead serious."
"I know, I know. So am I." Jason said nodding.
"Jason, this is going on your permanent record! Colleges look at this stuff, Jason! Do you want to go to a good college? Do you? Then you better get your act together, do you understand me?" Mr. Wilkins said as he pulled in front of the highschool.
"Why are we here so early anyways? Vernon's not going to be here for another fifteen minutes." Jason shrugged, noticing that the digital clock in the car only said 8:45.
"Because by arriving early, your principal will know that you're serious about doing your time. Out." Mr. Wilkins said.
Jason rolled his eyes and got out of the car, slamming the door closed. He walked towards the door and snorted when he found that it was still locked. The damn janitor wasn't even here yet to unlock the doors. He sighed and sat against the brick building with a yawn.
The Basket Case
Shortly after a green Saab pulled away, a small, beatup, old punchbug drove up behind it. When the driver door opened, the engine stopped and a short multi-colored haired girl stepped out. Walking by Jason like he wasn't even there, she pulled a random bobby-pin out of her hair and stuck it in the lock. She tapped her foot as she shuffled the pin around a little before turning the knob and pulling the door open. She walked and Jason jumped up and ran in before the door closed on him.
Olivia Mandrachiss walked down the hall way and ran her fingers through her blue, green, purple, orange, red, blonde, and brown hair as she headed towards the vending machine. She sighed and put a buck twenty five in and pushed the 'Strawberry Melon' Tropicana drink. It came out and she grabbed it. Olivia glanced down at the kid that she'd seen sitting against the wall.
"What?" she asked before opening and taking a swig out of the fruit drink.
"Nothing. Um...I'm Jason." he said holding his hand out.
"Do you want a sticker?" Olivia asked sarcastically.
The kid...Jason...put his hand back down to his side and glared at her slightly.
"Just trying to be friendly." he said.
"We're not at Group, we're in detention." Olivia said before walking past him and to the library.
"Major, you've got five God damned seconds to get the hell out of my house or I'm going to kill you!" came a shriek from an old woman standing at the top of the stairs.
"BYE!" Major Wells ducked as a half-empty beer bottle was lunged at his head.
After making sure to slam the front door, Major sighed, taking in the smoke-free fresh air. He whistled lightly as he walked down the steps, running his fingers through his black hair. Not naturally black, he was a bottle black. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he headed in the direction of the school.
"Where the hell is it--" he muttered, shuffling through his coat pockets. "Ah, there we go." he said, pulling out an iPod.
He placed the head phones in his ears and turned the contraption on. Saoisin screamed into ears and he nodded his head to the beat. As he walked, Major silently wondered if the kid he'd swiped this from was missing it. Probobly. He took it over a month ago. But the songs that were on it were horrible. All sorts of boy bands and girlie shite. It was tragic that a MALE sixteen-year-old would listen to such things. But whatever. That didn't matter because Major had wiped it clean and loaded a million good songs on it. He smirked at the thought of Drew Stephens dancing around in his Lacrosse uniform to NSYNC. Although the iPod had never belonged to Drew Stephens, it was still a funny thought to picture sports star doing such a thing.
"You can't get a scholarship if you get kicked off of the team, Drew!" Mr. Stephens said angrily.
"Yeah, yeah." Drew Stephens muttered, rolling his eyes as they drove up in front of the school.
"I'm serious! If you get detention enough, you're off the Lacrosse team, the wrestling team, and the swim team!"
"Like you'd ever make me drop any of those sports." Drew said, opening the car door.
"No! The school will kick you off!"
"Bye, dad. Pick me up at two at Randy's house." Drew said stepping out.
"Oh no, we've got to practice. You haven't been as strong lately, we need to work. I'll pick you up here at one." Mr. Stephens said before driving off, giving Drew enough time to slam the door shut.
"Ass hole," he muttered, being tempted to chuck a rock as the truck drove away.
He turned around and saw Carl the Janitor unlocking the door. Carl turned around and held the door open for him.
"Thanks," Drew said as he walked past him and headed towards the library.
Ten minutes later, all of the teens sat in the library all looking moody and bored, with the exception of Olivia, who looked about ready to run a marathon. Little did any of them know, that they were about to make the closest friends that any of them had ever had.