The breakfast club
The breakfast club
Walking into school on Monday morning at 9:00 I was wondering on how the day would go. I still wasn’t sure on the whole concept of Saturdays detention. I had told nearly complete strangers about my life, things that I had never told before
My friends knew about the detention but they didn’t mention it. Like who would talk about Saturdays detention? That’s valuable clothes talk time wasted! Josie and Marie talked about what they got from the mall, and their plans for this weekend, but all I could think about was John. Was I going mad from spending to much time with those misfits or for an hour or so, did I really like him? Thoughts ran through my head until I was practicly walking on the other side of the corridor away from my friends
“Claire” Marie shouted. This took me out of my thoughts of John for a minute
“What is wrong with you” marie carried on “I wasn’t going to mention it, but are you ok from Saturday?” I knew what she ment, a girl as popular as me should never be seen on detention on a Saturday, if people found out they would think of me as a trouble maker or something to that extent. It was two months away from prom and for the majority of the year I was almost certain to be queen and I don’t want to lose my high position so near to the big event.
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Going to first period I saw Andrew walking my way. I wasn’t embarrased of him, after all he was in the wrestling team and every girl likes a man with muscles. I smiled sweetly as I walked past and he repied with a nod of the head. Josie looked at me in bewilderment of how I knew andrew.
“He was there on Saturday” I said
“I’m going to go if I can find a hunk like that” she laughed. Yeah a “hunk”, again thoughts of my kiss with John over ruled my head. I had been secretly watching out for him, although I was not sure why. Would I actually say anythin if I saw him? What would he do when he sees me? Lots of questions but no answers. I was lost, not sure what to think or how to act around my friends.
Miss Belding was sat at her desk, checking us in, pupil by pupil as we walked into class. When all the class was present we started the lesson. I noticed that sat at the front of class was Brian Johnson. My stomach felt light and my skin went cold. I had never noticed him in class before, and now I had because I knew him. “Future prom queen talks to the school geek”, I could see it now, the headlines of next weeks school paper. Don’t be silly, I thought to myself, you wont even be making eye contact anytime soon so how would we ever engage in a conversation? I chuckled. Miss Belding looked up from the class book that we were reading.
“Do you find this book funny Claire?” she asked me. I was shocked to hear her say this, but luckily I had done my studying about the book so I knew what was to happen in this chapter.
“Ohh no miss, it’s just that I had been reminded of the time in my life when something similar happened to me as did to the character Hank. I’m sorry”. Belding returned to reading chapter nine and I congratulated myself on my excuse. I followed to read the book along with the class and I forgot about my detention.
The dinner bell rung. I picked up my prada bag and walked to my locker with my friends. Cheerleading practise was taking place at 12:00 so I had to go because I was lead cheerleader. The basketball team was playing for the state school championship trophy on Friday so we had to be extra supportive to cheer them on. I quickly changed into my kit and started on the dance Aidrian Jones was looking my way, I remembered of how last week he asked me to go out with him on Saturday,b ut I lied to him and said that I couldn’t because my mum was going to Washington. Lame lie I know but it worked, he would have never guessed that I was on a detention. I smiled and carried on with my routine. He was the captain of the team, 6 foot 2 inches tall and was a sure bet to be prom king. The music stopped. Mr Krane came in the hall blowing away at his whistle and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing.
“The game is on Friday” he bellowed “we have to win this for the state championships.” His voice was like a rock plunging through water, it filled the whole sports hall. We got to work on our routine and I became my normal happy self.
After dinner it became like a normal school day. I had spent half the night worrying about what to do or say if I came across any of the “breakfast club”. I had already seen Alison in the morning but she was so weird and in another world that she didn’t notice me. At that I was relieved. I remembered of how I did a make over on her and of her natural beauty. She was weird, I couldn’t deny that but she could be accepted in the gang if she tried, but some people don’t want to be popular, they want to be theirself. I thought long and hard for a while on how people were different and what makes them different but I couldn’t really understand the whole concept of it. I thought that everybody would want to be popular, pretty, intelligent, wealthy and just have a good life on the whole, but people want different things. I wanted to show to myself that I was really a different person than I thought I was. I do care when I see scenes of uneccessary cruelty or bullying but I suppose I am not strong enough to stop what is going on around me.
Again my day changed. One minute it would be a normal day but the next it would be a reminder of my detention.