The detention…and what followed...

My school days were generally horrific. In fact, one time I actually thought about ending it all…I brought a gun into school and everything. Unfortunately it was a flare gun and it went off in my locker, making me look like even more of a twat…and scoring me a detention into the bargain.

My teacher at the time was a right hardnosed arse-banana, (who looked just like 'Duane' the nob-end policeman from ‘Die Hard’) and he continually did the ‘Heavy metal’ \w/ hand gesture because he thought it looked cool. It didn’t.

What made matters worse, however, was not only that the detention was on a Saturday morning – (oh the humanity!) – but I was stuck with a right motley crew of misfits…

There was:

The criminal (from a rough upbringing) who had set off a fire alarm.

The wrestling ‘Jock’ who had taped one of the other nerd’s arse-cheeks together

The spoilt 'rich-bitch' who had skived off lessons to go shopping.

The 'weird girl' with dandruff issues who was there simply because she had nothing better to do...

Anyway, we were all sat together, and despite our different social cliques meaning that we got off to a rather shaky start, we soon became firm friends.

We danced about a bit to some 80’s tunes and even smoked a bit of dope together! For the first time in my life I really felt like I belonged…

After a brief discussion, we all realised that our parents were to blame for everything, and before I knew what was happening the two ‘odd’ couples had copped off together! – Leaving me with nobody to shag…Just my luck!

Still, at least we learned that day that we were independent young people, and that you can look beyond your usual social circle to find friendship.

As we left that day, I was reminded of a song…’Don’t you (forget about me)’


‘Hey Hey Hey Hey…OOOOOOOOOOOoooooooh-Woah!’

…

Unfortunately, by Monday, everybody had forgotten about me, and I was back with the geeks, being ignored by the ‘beautiful people’ and the ‘Criminals’ wouldn’t let me share any of their stash…

Bunch of fucking conformist stereotypical bastard cunt-wipes.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Wed 4 Feb 2009, 15:26, 8 replies)

I see what you did there.

(Bazongaloid, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 15:29, closed)

Yeah...

Except nobody ever wants to hear about what happened 'afterwards'
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Wed 4 Feb 2009, 15:37, closed)

Didn't they make a movie about that?
Oh, wait. Now I see what you did there.
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 15:53, closed)

I'm obviously a bit movie think

As I have no idea what this is about, althoughI would guess it happened in the 80s.
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 15:56, closed)

's a good movie, I think
I always thought it could be revived as a stage play.
The Breakfast Club
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 16:00, closed)

So did I...
After all, 90% of it takes place in that one room...

Great minds eh?

EDIT: Then I realised that it only really appeals to teenagers, and they won't be arsed to go to the theatre.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Wed 4 Feb 2009, 16:16, closed)

It also appeals to aging teenagers
who will drag their offspring to see it.

Like when I tried to get my 16-year-old cousin to watch My So-Called Life and she made me cringe by saying 'yeah, it's pretty good. It's a bit like Saved by the Bell'
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 16:27, closed)

Another great
outpouring from the midlands oracle!
( SpankyHanky, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 16:44, closed)