I DO NOT OWN THE BREAKFAST CLUB. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO JOHN HUGHES. I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED THIS FILM AND AFTER WATCHING IT AGAIN, I FOUND INSPIRATION TO WRITE. I ALSO LOVE MOLLY RINGWALD IN THE FILM, ALTHOUGH I JUST HAVE A HARD TIME SEEING HER WITH BENDER AND I FELT THAT NOT ENOUGH WAS DONE WITH BRIAN. JUST FOR THE RECORD, LUKE'S FACE CLAIM IS CHARLIE HEATON.

Monday. March 19, 1984. Shermer High School. Clarendon Hills, Illinois.

This is just my personal opinion, but I honestly believe that there is one moment that truly changes a person's life. It can be good, like getting hired for a job. It can be bad, like losing a loved one in a car crash. It can even be materialistic like winning the lottery. I am no exception. Although I do wonder when exactly that moment was for me.

Was it that detention on Saturday where I met the Breakfast Club, trapped in the library, bearing our souls?

Or was it that Monday when I first walked through the doors of Shermer High, unaware of what was to come? I'm still not sure. All I do know is that when I was dropped off on my first day at Shermer, I felt queasy. I didn't know if it was because I was anxious about starting at a new school or because I hadn't eaten anything in the last 24 hours. Maybe it was both. As we pulled up to the school in my old man's beat up Ford Mustang, he looked at me and my younger brother Dustin, who was still in middle school.

"Christ, do you know how much perfectly good gas I waste on you two?" My old man asked.

"I'm sure it's more than we deserve." I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"It certainly is." He spat as he turned to look at us. "I sweat, if I get one phone call from the principal, you've had it! That goes for the both of you!"

"Yes sir." I replied as Dustin just nodded.

"Now get out!" The old man yelled as I emptied out and slammed the door. As he pulled away with my brother in tow, I looked up at the building and immediately struck me as foreboding.

"Here goes nothing." I told myself as I slowly walked up the steps and through the doors of a new teenage wasteland.


Shermer High School looked nice, it was certainly better looking than the last school I was at. It was only like 10 years old or so, and you could tell that to these people, appearance was everything. As I walked down the halls, I expected everyone to stare at me, but not everyone did. The ones who did were either curious or just trying to size me up. I passed through the hallway without incident and found the administrative office.

"Can I help you?" the secretary asked as I approached the desk.

"Um, I'm a new student." I replied.

"All right, i'll get all of your necessary information, name?"

"Luke Henderson." The secretary nodded as she went over to a filing cabinet and pulled out a sheet of paper.

"OK then, here is your schedule. You'll find your homeroom at the top, along with your locker number and combination." She said as she handed me the sheet.

"Thanks." I followed the numbers on the lockers until I got mine which was number 23. As I approached my locker, I saw a guy in a letterman jacket and he was messing with a young guy with short blonde hair and nerd tattooed on his forehead; in the metaphorical sense anyway.

"You better help me out with Kitzmiller's quiz or I'm gonna punch your lights out." The jock threatened. It wasn't any of my business, but I just get pissed off around bullies.

"Hey, lay off him man." I said as the jock turned to me. Clearly, he wasn't used to a non-popular kid speaking to him.

"What did you say, you little shit?" he asked as he took a good look at me. He wasn't impressed by what he saw. I'll admit that I wasn't the best dresser, but when your family is strapped for cash, beggars can't be choosers. "Don't you know that Shermer has a no fags allowed policy?"

"It does seem to have a high tolerance for assholes though." The sentence came spewing out of my mouth before I could stop it. The jock then dropped the nred and grabbed me by the collar. He stared me down for a few moments before chuckling to himself.

"You're new here, so i'll let you off with a warning." He explained. "Next time, you mouth off, you're done." He then shoved me into my locker and stormed off. As he left, the nerd turned to me.

"Thanks man, you didn't have to do that." He said nervously.

"It's cool, I have issues with bullies." I said as I opened my locker and began arranging my stuff.

"My name's Brian, Brian Johnson." He said as he offered me his hand.

"Luke Henderson." I replied as I gave it a hearty shake.

"So, you're new here?" He asked as I pulled out some books from my locker.

"Yep, just moved here from Chicago." I answered. "What grade are you?"

"Sophomore, you?

"Same."

"That's cool, so what's your first class?" Brian asked as I looked at my schedule.

"Trigonometry with Kitzmiller." I told him as he gave me a small smile.

"I've got that class too, I know where it is...if you want me to show you, I mean." Brian stuttered. He clearly wasn't used to making friends.

"Sure." I agreed as I followed him to Mrs. Kitzmiller's class.


The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Trig was the only class that I had with Brian. I had to sit through English, Social Studies, and Science before lunch finally came. When I got to the cafeteria, it was obvious that there was a caste system in place. You had the jocks at one table, the populars at another. Your band members, stoners, nerds, etc. They were all there. I had no idea where in the Hell I was going to sit, luckily Brian saw me and waved me over.

"So, how's your day been so far?" He asked as I sat down.

"So-so." I shrugged. Brian was caught off guard when i opened my lunch which was the same as it had been for years: A single ham sandwich with Mustard. He,on the other hand, had a PB&J sandwich, a bag of chips, some chocolate chip cookies, and a carton of milk from the lunch line.

"Is that all you're gonna eat?" He inquired. I thought about telling him that it was all my parents would give me, but I just met him and it was my personal business.

"Yeah, I usually don't have much of an appetite." I replied as I took a bite. I didn't really tell people about my home life because no one had ever really cared about me before, so why would they start now?

Thankfully, I know better now.

THIS IS OUR FIRST LOOK AT LUKE, THE 6TH MEMBER OF THE BREAKFAST CLUB. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.