The Breakfast Club
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				Title: <strong>The Breakfast Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalMayham</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 23:37:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">They Only Met Once, But It Changed Their Lives For Ever.<br>They were five total strangers, with nothing in common.<br>Meeting for the first time.<br>A brain, a beauty, a jock, a criminal, and a recluse.<br><br>Before the day was over, they broke rules.<br>Bared their souls.<br>And moved each other, in ways they never thought possible.&nbsp; </div><hr><br>It was a beautiful late winter early spring morning, the sun was getting ready to make an appearance and the streets were quite outside of the occasional car driving past. It was chilly and Annalynn Maxwell was bundled in a thick sweatshirt, it was over sized and was clearly meant for a man twice her size. Wearing her favorite ripped up jeans and combat boots she looked like a little kid pretending to be tough, but the girl that Lynn had beat the crap out of could attest that the Delicate girl wasn't pretending. It was a little past 6 in the morning, normally the girl would still be asleep but because of the incident with a Soccer player she had detention on this fine Saturday, her feet made soft a soft thumping noise on the pavement as she walked, her head bobbing to the music that was blasting through her ear buds. Normally she would have driven to school, sense it was close to five miles away, but she hadn't told her dad she had detention she would have to walk in hopes that no one would notice she was gone until noon which was when all her brothers and her father woke up. Incase they woke up early her car had to be in the drive way to keep them from blowing up her phone wondering where she was at so early.<br><br>Sense Lynn was walking it took her close to an hour to make it to the front gate, a small frown turned her full lips down at the corners and wrinkles formed between her big doe like eyes. Though Sherman High was a nice school, clean and well maintained, she still didn't want to enter. She had close to thirty minutes to before class started so she walked across the street and pulled out her pack of cigarettes. Lighting one she took a long drag from it. She didn't really care if anyone saw her smoking, her whole family did and she didn't really care what people thought of her. Though she was considered a loner because she didn't talk to anyone that didn't mean she wasn't liked, when she had to work with a partner on a project she worked hard, when someone asked for help she helped, when someone was being bullied she stopped it. It was very simple and people respected that. She even had a few friends, but she didn't talk to them much. They were their for her, and she was there for them but that was as far as the friendship went. <br><br>Finally it was 7:30 and she stood up, dusting off her ass she walked into the school and went to the library. Lucky for her it wasn't the principal in charge of detention today but Coach Bull, no one was sure if his name was really Bull but that was what he had always been called sense starting in the school ten years prior. Coach looked at Lynn and shook his head, marking off her name without asking for it he motioned for her to sit down. Choosing a sit in the far right corner she dropped into the hard wood seat and turned her music up louder. Hopefully she would be left alone for awhile so she could sleep through detention and get home without her family noticing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Breakfast Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EvilEye</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 00:27:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Aaron</span><br><br>A loud ringing noise jerked Aaron McKane out of sleep, groaning the tall boy rolled and hit the alarm clock a little to hard getting the snooze button stuck. Sitting up right he squinted at the alarm noticing it read 6:30 and rubbed his eyes. He had detention today and wasn't very happy about it. Getting up he finally wondered to the bathroom and brushed his teeth before hoping in the shower, thirty minutes later he was back in his room listening to the news as he grabbed a dark green long sleeved shirt and black jeans. Running his hands through his hair he picked up his glasses and grabbed a sweat shirt that had in bright pink script on the front 'Real guys wear pink, Save the boobies." a gift from his older sister who had a weird sense of humor. Carefully making his way down stairs he made a quick breakfast and left enough for his parents in the microwave. Sighing he allowed himself to just seat for a couple minutes before leaving, a small smirk curled his lips as he looked outside to his black mustang, it was a 2011 and in prime condition. It was a gift from his father when he heard about the detention, oddly his father found the story about who Aaron got detention hilarious and told him that he couldn't possibly be mad when the reason its self was just so stupid.<br><br>Making sure he had his phone and keys Aaron drove to the school, he noticed a little figure on the other side smoking but didn't give it a second thought. Parking he walked into the Library and greeted Coach Bull, excusing himself Aaron walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face, Coach had pointed out that he had egg on his chin. Embarrassing but at least it was just coach who saw. Reentering the Library he noticed the little figure who had been smoking when he had driven past was now in the far back, their head down and the Ipod that sat on the table hinted that they were listening to music. Nodding at Coach he seated himself in the front left corner, away from the figure because he didn't want to go home smelling like cigarettes because he had been to close. <br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexi</span><br><br>Having been awake for about an two hours Lexi Samonie had accomplished a lot already, she had gone to the gym and ran her normal three miles in thirty minutes, took a shower, went to her favorite coffee shop, had breakfast and was now getting ready and it was only 6 in the morning. Her chestnut hair had dried in a crazy mess of curls that haloed her face, Cringing at her appearance she set to work taming the crazy frizz and hopping she could pull it into some sort of order. Giving up thirty minutes later it was still far to curly to look like her normal self but it was only Saturday morning detention so it was unlikely she would see anyone who really mattered. Brushing her eye lids with a little silver shadow, her lips with a slightly red chap stick, she was ready to get dressed. Black tights and knee high black fur lined boots with a overly large sweater that hung to mid thigh in a deep midnight blue. Looking at the clock on her phone she saw it was only seven so she went to the kitchen and found Nancy, the cook, already preparing a blueberry bagel with pomegranate cream cheese with a glass of hot chocolate for her. Truthfully, Lexi knew she shouldn't eat it sense she had already had oatmeal at the coffee shop but she also couldn't hurt Nancy's feelings. Nancy had been with a Samonie family sense their eldest daughter had been born, she was in her late sixty's but refuses to retire saying that without her the whole family would starve to death in a filthy house and she was probably correct.<br><br>Sitting down on the bar stool she gave Nancy a large grin and started eating the bagel, she was so into the food and the news on the small television that Nancy kept going throughout the day for company she didn't notice her little brother walking into the room until she felt his arms around her waist. Turning her head to face him she gave him a bright smile, he hair was the same shade as hers and currently sticking up in such a crazy manor she couldn't help but laugh. "You have detention today." He reminded her and she frowned noticing the clock on the stove was blinking 7:25. Cursing under her breath she hastily gave both Lance and Nancy quick kisses on the cheek before hoping into her Porsh and driving to the school, she speed and was able to make it there with two minutes to spare. Running into the library she quickly cheeked in and sat in the middle of the room. Running a hand through her hair she sighed when it felt no worse then earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Breakfast Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 01:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Jenny_zpsf99ac029.jpg)</div><strong>Jenny Cushing</strong><br><br>Jenny's alarm clock was the blissful, dulcet tones of her grandmother furiously pounding the ceiling (her bedroom floor) with her cane and screaming, "JENNY GET UP, YOU'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL. GRANDPA WILL BE BACK AT FOUR. WE'RE HAVING MEATLOAF." at a volume loud enough to wake the dead. There was no school, of course. It was detention. Regardless, Gram made the same shouting proclimations every morning. There also was no meatloaf and no grandpa. Grandpa had died years back in an accident. The same accident had robbed Gram of her memories. Sometimes she thought it was the day of the accident, that Jenny was such a sweet girl for getting the groceries the day before, that it was perpetually Tuesday. Gram had to be reminded on those worst of days that Jenny was living with her. Gram waited all day for her husband to get home and when he never arrived, Jenny had to remind her that he was never coming home. Then Gram spent the evening crying until she fell asleep and the cycle was repeated the next day. Evenings are hard, but at least during the day on those 'bad memory days' she can be the good granddaughter. As far as Gram remembers, anyway. <br><br>"I'm up! I'm up!" called back Jenny, rolling out of bed and hitting the floor with an audible thud. That was Gram's way of knowing 'Jenny is up' - body hitting floor. The blue-haired girl groaned and grabbed at random articles of clothing on her floor. She dressed in a hurry in a pair of ragged jeans, sneakers, and a black tee with the Cyberdyne Systems logo pasted on the front. Over this she wore a blue hoodie to shield herself from the chilly weather outside. She scrambled downstairs, gave Gram a kiss on the cheek and started the long walk to school. <br><br>Jenny arrived after the preppy cheerleader she recognized from some pep rally somewhere. Or maybe not. It was hard to tell, since Jenny slept through most of those 'team building rah-rah events', as she called them. Coach Bull would apparently be their Fuhrer for the evening and Jenny paused by him to give her name. <br><br>"Valentine Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue-"<br><br>"I know who you are, Miss Cushing," he interrupted. <br><br>Jenny Slumped and frowned.<br><br>"You're the one who moved my office into the cafeteria last year, and replaced the picture of my wife with a picture of a refrigerator," he said, glowering at her. <br><br>This brightened her up considerably. Jenny grinned and straightened, "Oh, right. That was gooooooooooooood," she cackled. The coach just rolled his eyes and pointed at the center of the room. Go sit down, the gesture said. Sit down she did. Jenny, grumbling something under her breath about how lame detention is, took herself a seat at the center table. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Breakfast Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 10:17:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Joey</strong></div><div align="center">(http://www.mensfitness.com/sites/mensfitness.com/files/imagecache/node_page_image/article_images/rippedman_main.gif)</div><br>Joey awoke to the sound of his alarm clock blaring. He groaned as he sat up and got out of bed to walk over to his desk across his room to shut off his alarm. Once his alarm was off he yawned and stretched in place before proceeding to go about his usual morning routine. He walked over to his dresser and laid out a clean set of clothes then exited his room and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He locked the bathroom door and removed what little clothing he had on then stepped into the shower. He stood under the shower head for a few minutes, letting the water pull out of his half asleep state. "Why am I awake this early again?" he asked himself. "Oh yeah, Brian." he said, remembering the incident from earlier in the week. "Fuck!" he yelled. He didn't care if his parents heard him or not.<br><br>Once he finished showering he stepped out and dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist, and walked back to his bedroom. He tossed the wet towel into his laundry basket in the corner then walked over to his bed. He put on his boxers followed by a pair of black ankle socks. He put on his black under armour t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He looked outside and decided to throw on his school cross country hoodie since it looked to be a bit on the cold side out. He knelt down and reached under his bed and pulled out a pair of red Nike running shoes and put them on.<br><br>Once he was dressed he grabbed his wallet then walked downstairs into the kitchen. He quickly made a protein energy shake, as he did every morning.&nbsp; He quickly downed the shake and washed out the glass then grabbed the lunch he'd packed the day before out of the refrigerator. He was halfway out the door when he remembered he'd forgotten his iPod. He ran upstairs to his room and grabbed his iPod and a backpack to put his lunch in. He secured his lunch and put his earbuds in and went back downstairs and left the house, locking the door behind him. He turned up the volume on his iPod and took of running towards the school as part of his daily routine. It was about a forty five minute walk but he knew he could run it in about thirty minutes or less. <br><br>Once he finally got to the school he saw that Coach Bull's car was the only faculty car there. "This might not be so bad." he said to himself as he tucked his iPod in his pocket. He made his way inside the school and walked towards the library. "Morning coach." he said, nodding to the man as he walked inside and took his seat. He set his backpack down beside him and put his head down in his arms, deciding to rest his eyes a few minutes before detention started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Breakfast Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 10:30:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/64/2a/62/642a62fa333b07279dbfca59bb273c80.jpg)</div>Takara woke up to the sound of her cell phone alarm going off. Lazily, she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Once...Twice...Three times. By the time she woke up, it was just past 7am. She sighed and forced herself to get out of bed. It was Saturday. She should still be asleep. But no. She had to serve detention, because some stupid ass preppy kids pushed her to her limit. As she got ready, the scene played in her mind again.<br><br><em>"Haha! You're so fucking weird!" The girls laughed, standing over Takara's desk. The dark haired Asian just ignored them, and continued drawing in her notebook.<br><br>"Do you shower?" Another girl giggled, barely touching Takara's hair. Almost like if she did touch it, she would catch some sort of disease. Takara gripped her pencil tighter, and shaded her drawing darker.<br><br>"Looks like she got dressed in the dark." The third girl giggled.<br><br>"Look. Why don't you just find someone else to pick on, alright? Unless you feel so uncomfortable with yourselves that you feel the need to make others feel the same." She said with a noticeable Japanese accent, and through somewhat gritted teeth, never lifting her eyes from her drawing. There was a slightly audible gasp from the three girls.<br><br>"Did you just...talk back to us?" The surprise in her voice was obvious. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. The third girl glared at Takara, and threw her notebook across the room. They giggled again.<br><br>"Oops..." She said sarcastically with a sickening smile on her face. Takara looked up at them, and she could hear other students whispering. The tension in the room was getting thicker. Without a word, she stood up and glared at the girls.<br><br>"Sluts..." She sighed and shook her head. A stinging slap across her face jerked her head to the side.<br><br>"What did you call us, you little bitch??" The first girl pushed her angrily. Takara stumbled backwards, but didn't fall. "Fucking weirdo!" The three girls advanced towards her.<br><br>Without thinking, Takara brought her hand up and swung at the girl. She landed a hard blow on her shoulder, but the scream was wrong. It was much louder, more painful than she had anticipated. Only when she pulled her hand away, did Takara see the blood on the first two inches of the pencil and the hole in the girls' arm.<br><br>Students gasped and scurried away as Takara turned her attention to the other two girls. They looked terrified as their friend fell to the ground, sobbing and holding her arm. Fueled by rage, Takara rushed at them. She stabbed one in the side, and the other in the thigh.</em><br><br>Takara was confronted by the teacher, but she honestly didn't remember anything after the girl slapped her. Nevertheless, her father had to come down and beg the principal not to expel her. After that, she had to serve detention and was put on meds by a psychiatrist. The only thing she neglected to mention to the psychiatrist was her little self harm habit. Nobody needed to know about that anyway. Not that they would care...<br><br>So here she was, walking into the library and serving her detention "like a good little girl". She just wanted it to go by quickly. There were already a few people scattered at the tables. Takara headed to the table in the corner, away from everyone else. Coach Bull didn't even ask her name when she walked in. She was only one of the three or four obviously Asian students in the school. If that didn't tell him who she was, her obvious goth appearance sure did.
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