I walked in the closet where John was.

"You lost?" He asked.

I shook my head. He gave me that smirk. Oh God! He stood up.

"I was wondering if we could go see a movie together or go out to dinner or something?" John asked.

He's asking me out!

"That would be wonderful."

I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't."

"You said your mom's a bitch. Wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity?"

I smiled.

"Were you embarrassed when Claire revealed you as my secret crush?"

"No."

We were all walking together down the hall. We saw Carl mopping the floor.

"See you, Brian," Carl said.

John smiled at him real big.

"See you next Saturday."

We walked out of the school. Mom's car was in the back of the line. I gave John my manuscript.

"Read the rest of it," I said.

He nodded. We kissed on the lips. It felt amazing. I heard the car horn bellowing as Mom pulled up in front of me.

"Get your ass in the car before I make everybody's ears explode!" She screamed.

I got in the car and we pulled out of the school.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're 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. The most convenient definitions.

You see us as a brain...

and an athlete...

and a basket case...

a princess...

a writer...

and a criminal...

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, 

The Breakfast Club