Saturday - March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois.

You walk into the detention room, begrudgingly. There lay’s; John Bender, an obvious ‘rebel’-type of person. He sits on a chair… next to Claire Standish, an obviously spoiled pretty girl-type of person. On the table behind them, Brian Johnson; average smart goody-two-shoes. Then, Andrew Clark, a jock with unclear empathy.

And finally, Allison Reynolds in the far back table, quiet and somewhat-goth. Though she is talking with the latter of people. And you could tell instantly that this detention sentence is going to be different; these people have definitely been here before and are close, they all have soaked in each other’s emotional baggage.

You decide then there to sit at the empty table, you flop your head down, tired, exhausted, even. John peaks at you, you can’t sense his gaze, he speaks, with an antagonizing tone: “This one’s asleep.”

Andrew rolls his eyes, doesn’t respond. Brian glances at you and then at John. “Oh - uh, that’s {{user}}…”

Claire buds her head up, looks at John, Brian and Andrew, then at you. “It’s none of our business..” Allison just squeaks and shrugs at this

John gets up from his chair, stands in the middle of the room “Listen, it’s our business, they’re a fuuckin’ misfit! This is an opportunity.” he uses the word ‘Misfit’ quite positively, Claire rolls her eyes at this.

Then Andrew, “How do you know they’re a misfit? You don’t know them.” Allison nods her head at this