Hi everybody, Recess used to be one of my favourite shows to watch when I was young. Sadly they stopped showing amazing shows like Recess and instead fill up Disney with stuff like Hannah Montana which I don't find amazing at all. Then I thought: "What would it be like in high school for the Recess kids? Would they stick together? Will they fall apart? Will their friendships grow stronger? Any Couples? And that got me thinking... Why don't I just write a FanFiction? So here I am with my first Recess FanFic. Hope you guys like it!

DISCLAIMER: No, I do not own the magnificent wonder that is Recess. I don't own anything else you might recognize in this story (such as music, etc...) But I do own the laptop I am writing this story on!

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Spinelli slammed the alarm clock down and sat up on her bed. Rubbing her eyes groggily, she stood up and walked to the bathroom to carry out her daily bathroom routine. About ten minutes have passed and she comes out of the bathroom, properly awake. She walks over to her closet and grabs a pair of black jeans and a red top with the words "Watcha lookin' at!" printed on it. After putting them on, Spinelli walks over to the mirror and starts brushing her hair. Moving the bangs out of her eyes, she spots a zit just above her right eyebrow. She quickly puts the bangs in front, sweeping them to the right, making sure that the zit is completely covered.

After that little encounter, she proceeds to stuff her books messily into her schoolbag, grabbing the math homework to do on the way to school – maybe she could copy off Gretchen? No, Gretch would say no to that. Obviously. But maybe TJ would let her copy – that's if he had done the math homework himself.

"Ashley, hurry up – TJ has been waiting outside for the past 6 minutes!" Flo Spinelli shouted from the bottom of the stairs to her daughter.

Spinelli inwardly cringed at the use of her first name – she still despised the name – and rolled her eyes but nevertheless quickened her pace. Jumping the last four steps, she grabbed a cereal bar, bid her mom and her two brothers (Joey and Vito) goodbye, grabbed a spare set of keys and headed out.

"Finally Spin, what took you so long?" Her best friend TJ Detweiler greeted jokingly.

Ah, TJ, ever the jokester. He hasn't changed much, she thought. Still wore the red baseball cap though. Standing at 5'9", He was in every way what you would call "attractive". His hair was a chestnut brown colour that hung sexily over his striking green eyes. His jaw was chiselled and his biceps were defined. He was wearing a wife beater with a green jacket over it. He wore dark jeans and he wore black converses. He stood at 5"9'. Although Spinelli would never admit this out loud, she thought he looked rather hot. She shook the thought out of her mind and addressed her best friend.

"I'm not late – you're just too early!"

"Yeah well some people might not want to get detention for the second time this week for being late!"

"Eh, nothing I'm not used to." Spinelli shrugged the matter off.

TJ chuckled at his best friend. Spinelli then spoke up. "So, umm, speaking of the math homework Mr Whatshisface gave us a couple of days ago, can I copy off you?"

"We weren't talking about the math homework," TJ replied confused.

"Yeah well, now we are. So, can I copy? Please?" She said stretching out the 'please.'

"Sure – if we get there in time!"

"Oh will you stop being such a priss! I can copy it on the way."

Reaching into his bag he said "I am not a priss! And here –"He handed her the homework. "-knock yourself out."

"Thanks," Spinelli replied, snatching the paper from his hand and started hurriedly copying the answers. TJ chuckled at his best friend's antics and thought about the changes. She hadn't changed much personality-wise. She was still the wrestle-loving, rebel back in fourth grade; no doubt about that! She still had the ability to pick locks, still despised the name Ashley – even though they were now in their sophomore year of high school.

However, she changed quite a bit – no quite a lot – appearance-wise. Over the years, Spinelli had to accept the facts that she was in fact, a girl. And people had come to see that too – especially once high school started. Her thick, raven brown hair had grown down to elbow length. And she has curves – in all the right places. She had grown quite a lot too, standing at an average 5'6". Her olive complexion didn't need any make up – and her dark, chocolate eyes; he could just get lost in them and not know how long for. That was the effect she had on him. She is a real beauty – except she didn't see it.

She didn't care what anyone else thought about her, she was funny and smart (when she wanted to be, that is). Those were a few of the things TJ really liked – no, loved about her. Yes, he Theodore Jasper Detweiler had a crush on his best friend Ashley Spinelli. But it wasn't like she felt the same way. He didn't have time to brood about it though, as Spinelli shoved the math homework in face.

"Here. Thanks for letting me copy," She smiled at him, took the baseball cap off of his head and placed the cap on her own head. TJ was used to this and he didn't stop her (not even once), because he thought she looked cute. "Now come on, or we're gonna be late."

"I thought you didn't care," TJ pondered out loud.

"Well, whilst I was copying and you were daydreaming about God knows what; 10 minutes have gone by,"

"WHAT? Come on Spin, we gotta go," TJ exclaimed, his face reddening a little. Grabbing her hand, they ran towards Third Street High School, hoping to be there in time for registration. Well, at least they were trying.

At lunch met up with their friends Gretchen Grundler, Vince LaSalle, Mikey Blumberg and Gus Griswold. They were still the tight-knit group they were in fourth grade; they just didn't see each other in school as much. They did make up the time after school and in the weekends.

Gretchen Grunder had changed quite a bit. Her tall and slender figure was quite different to Spinelli's and it definitely wasn't the same as The Ashley's skeleton-like 'figures.' At 5'8", her long legs proved quite useful for running so she and Spinelli joined the school's track team. Her auburn hair had grown too, up to just past her shoulder blades. She had also ditched the big glasses – using contacts. He was still the same educational person though, always looking for something to experiment on and always looking for some way to get extra credit. Who could blame her though? After all, she did want to be accepted into her dream college, MIT.

Vince LaSalle was the complete opposite Gretchen. It was a wonder they were friends at all – considering how much they disagree with each other. Vince LaSalle; captain of the basketball team, player with the ladies. His tall, dark physique was very popular with the ladies. And right now, he was making out with his wonder of a girlfriend – except it looked like as if he was chewing her face off. It was rather amusing and revolting at the same time. Her name was Claire: or was it Chris? Whatever her name was, they knew she wasn't going to last for more than a week or two.

Mikey Blumberg. Now where to start. Before high school started, Mikey had lost a lot of weight, and he still was the guy that everybody counted as a brother. His kind and forgiving ways probably made him one of the easiest people in the school to talk to. He joined the drama club in his freshman year of high school and that gave him quite a bit of extra credit. His spectacular singing voice got him to be lead of the schools Christmas and spring pantomime.

Last but not least, Gus Griswold. Gus had probably changed the most – both personality and appearances. Taking after his father, Gus had grown to be the tallest of them all, at a staggering 6'4". He, like Gretchen, had opted for contacts instead of his squared glasses that always broke no matter how many times he 'fixed' them. He had been a brave guy and took a stand to the bullies, leading him to have a few minutes of fame back in middle school. Mind you, that didn't last long; his ego got the better of him and he ditched his friends, hung out with the 'cool' kids and even got his first kiss. He soon came crawling back to his friends in despair and begging for forgiveness (they soon forgave him – in their own time).

At lunch, they continued their usual banter of telling jokes, complaining about homework and teachers. When the bell rang, the gang stood up, bid their farewells to each other and quickly left among other students, not wanting to miss their next lesson, leaving the cafeteria deserted.