Fan Fiction Draft

The Breakfast Club

When you look at us, you see, well you see what everyone else sees. We are your stereo-typical highschoolers, in our stereo-typical groups. The brain, the athlete, the basket case, the prom queen, and the criminal. We had all done something at school that landed us in Saturday detention. Before that day we thought we had nothing in common, a couple of us didn’t even like each other. That day, everything changed.

It has now been a month since we left the breakfast club, and I swear, I have had the best month of my life. Nothing at school changed. Nothing at home changed. But we ruled the night. We got high. We danced. Some of us made love, others, like me, wrote stories. Actually you could see it as documenting our lives. I wanted to be able to look back and remember how amazing life was. We even broke into the school and got high in the library, just so we could go back to where it all started.

 One night we were all hanging out by Lars River, it was a night I would never forget.

A car pulled up close by, I guess whoever was inside didn’t see us because it was too dark. It was around 12. All we could hear was yelling, and then all of a sudden a shot was fired. Everything went silent. We just sat there in fear, not moving an inch until the car left. We heard a door open, and something was being dragged. He was crying, and then he groaned as he picked up the body he had dragged along the dirt. We heard him walk into the river, and then I guess he let the body go. He kept saying sorry as he was walking back to his car, still unaware that we had witnessed, or at least heard, everything. As he turned on his car, I noticed that sound. The engine, it was so powerful. My dad was a mechanic so I knew cars like the back of my hand, and that engine, there is only one model that can support such a strong engine.

A couple of days later at school the principal called an emergency assembly for all the students. Once all of the students and teachers were seated in the gymnasium she told us that a pupil of the school had been murdered, her name was Laura Lincoln. She was in my physics lab. The principal then went on to say that her body was found in a river the day before, and that she died from a single shot to her stomach. The gun was found in a rubbish bin nearby, and a full police enquiry had been launched, all of the students were to be interviewed. The night it happened, we promised we wouldn’t tell anyone what we heard. 476

“Hi Brian, I’m detective Jack Russell. I would like to ask you a few questions, is that ok?”

“Yes detective, ask me anything”

“Did you know Laura Lincoln?”

“Yeah she was in my physics class, we never ta-“

“Do you know if she had a boyfriend?”

“No, not that I know of. She never really talked to anyone”

“Why are you getting all sweaty? Are you nervous?”

“It’s just very hot in here”

“Sure. So where were you on Monday night at around 12pm?”

“Ah, I---I was in my room sleeping. I wasn’t near the lake”

“Right. Well that’s all I needed to know, you can go back to class now.” 111

I walked out of their quickly, I can’t believe I lied to a detective. I mean, it’s their job to find things out right? What if he finds out I was lying? My parents would kill me. I just had to stay calm and forget what I saw that night. None of it happened.

“Oh my god I can’t believe she went to our school that could’ve been me”

“Of course you had to make it about yourself, you can be so self-absorbed sometimes Claire”

“It could’ve been you too Ally”

“No, no. John, me, Brian. We could never do that to you girls.”

“Well whoever Laura was going out with did it to her”

“Claire, baby, that will never happen to you. You’re worth more to me alive than dead”

“Can you not joke about this please?!”

“Ok ok ok. I’m sorry.” 140

“Guys. We need to tell that detective what we saw.”

“Brian, we saw nothing. It was dark. We don’t even know what the guy looks like. And besides, we already told that detective we were all home. If we tell him we saw something, who do you think he’s gonna tell? Our parents.”

“Andrew? C’mon we have to.”

“Sorry Brian, I can’t. If my dad or my coach find out, I’m dead.”

“Fine, I just hope you guys know I’m not happy with this.”

“None of us are Brian; we just have to live with it.”

Claire was right. However that didn’t mean I couldn’t call the detective anonymously. So I did. When he answered I told him the guy that killed Laura drove a 1968 ford fairlane and hung up. A couple of days later detective Jack Russell, along with two police officers, walked through the cafeteria during lunch. As he walked pass me, he gave me a quick wink. Guess I’m not so great at impersonating Johnny Cash. Everyone in the cafeteria watched as he walked up to one of the teachers.

“Richard Vernon you are under arrest for the murder of Laura Lincoln. Anything you say or do may be used against you in the court of law. You have the rig-“

“No… no! I did not kill that girl. I was in bed with me wife, she told you that! I, I told you that!”

“Sir, we have more than enough evidence to prove it was you. Your wife told us the truth. She woke up and you weren’t there. As I was saying, you have the right to call your attorney otherwise you will be provided with a public attorney.”

A couple of months later Mr Vernon was sentenced to 70 years in jail. 5 years for each of the 7 underage girls he had a ‘relationship’ with. 20 years for the murder of Laura Lincoln and her 12 week old unborn child. And I guess they slapped on that extra 15 years just because he was a complete ass.

The rumours about him flirting with a countless number of girls, and guys, went on for less than a month.

That night, on the day he was sentenced, the 5 of us went to the spot at the river where we last saw Laura. Claire bought five lanterns with candles. John had the lighter. And 5 joints. He had also broken into the rowing club just down the river and came back with a raft. Ally and Andrew bought the Coke and chips. I had the blankets. We went to the middle of the river. We lit our candles, put them into the river, and watched them float around us. As it started to get cold we each grabbed a blanket. Then we lay down to look up at the stars, smoking our joints, and talking about how different our lives had become since we all became best friends.

Two weeks later, just before school, we all decided that things had to change. John and Claire walked through the doors holding hands; Andrew had his arm around Ally. Then there was me, girlfriendless me.  All of the boys and girls stared, we just smiled and walked to our lockers. The status quo had changed. Our whole lives have changed.