Chapter 1
The Beginning
A/N: Hey, this is a little fic I thought of. Since I have given up writing harry potter fics, because all the good ideas are taken! This is my first Recess fics, so I might make mistakes with the spelling of the school, people, etc. So I would appreciate it, if you would tell me my mistakes, so I can correct them. Well hope you like my first chapter, which is sort of boring! Please don't leave flames unless I deserve them.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recess characters, settings, etc. The only thing I own in this chapter is the plot!
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It was raining heavily on 3rd Street School one gloomy afternoon. This unpleasant downpour forced the unwilling students (and teachers) to stay inside. Most of the kids were rounded up in the 3rd Street School's Cafeteria, looking as though Christmas was cancelled. Some of the teachers even seemed to be discontent with this plan. The cafeteria was a decent, useful looking place. Over one of the entrances there was a metal platform. On the side opposite the windows there was the kitchen and serving area. The rest of the space was filled up with sturdy, wooden tables. Presently the different grades were organized into different spots around the cafeteria. The kindergartens near the west doors and the Grade 6's on the opposite side. (A/N: I'm not rightly sure which way the 2 doors face, so I'm saying it's east and west). Miss Finster, Miss Groeke, and Miss Lemon (A/N: Spelling?) were the 3 teachers that were watching the children at the lunch break. Miss Finster was an old lady with a hideous, yellow dress and temper unlike any other's. The only kid, that could get along with her was Randall, also known as the snitch. Miss Groeke was the middle-aged teacher of the Grade 4 class. Her view of life was very similar to that of a hippie. Full of flowers, peace, and good neighborly attitudes. Miss Lemon on the other hand was Mr. Prickly's (the principal) secretary. Her name suited her very well, because she was very much like a sour lemon. These 3 were patrolling the massive cafeteria with Miss Finster yelling, Miss Groeke smiling, and Miss Lemon ignoring.
The six children, in which this story focuses on, were sitting in the Grade 4 area near the windows. These six kids were a legend among their fellow students on the playground. Miss Finster and her sidekick Randall who had a hunched back, still insisted that the six were deceiving brats. Nevertheless, the six were good, true friends: Vince, Gretchen, Gus, Mike, Spinelli, and their leader T.J. Vince was a black, athletic star who could run faster and kick farther in kickball than anyone on the playground. Gretchen was a redhead whose intelligence the FBI and others were always consulting. She was a tall, lanky and wore very large, round glasses. Gus was the newcomer to this group. He was short and dressed military style. Meanwhile, Mike had the soul of a poet and a love for sweets that resulted in a rather large body (A/N: I figure that is a little mean about the weight issue, so I will apologize to anyone who might have got offended). He had blonde hair and fair skin like an angel. Spinelli was the tomboy of the group and could cream anyone who got in her way. She had 2 pigtails on both sides of her dark hair covered by a ski cap, which went along with her unusual way of dressing. Finally T.J. a prankster prince, with a love for recess like any other kid. They were all looking out into the rain with either boredom or anger.
"It's not fair!" raved Gus. "It's not fair! We were going to raid the Ashley's clubhouse, and now we can't even see it! WHY?"
"No, I think you're wrong Gus, I think I can just see it," said Vince as he squinted into the foggy rain.
"The visibility stands at 201.678m and the Ashley's clubhouse is about 200m away, so it is possible that you can see it. But my calculations state that the present weather should move onto Colorado (A/N: Does anyone know what state Recess takes place in?) in about 14 minutes, so then you should be able to see the clubhouse clearly," stated Gretchen as the others looked at her dumbfounded.
"Whoa, this is so much fun!" joked Spinelli in a sarcastic voice. "We're talking about whether we can see their lousy clubhouse or not."
"Yeah, that's their flag all right blowing in the wind," said T.J. jovially ignoring Spinelli, "Spinelli is right guys! This whomps!"
"Well still, its not like we can go out there Teej," exclaimed Gus, "We're still in here! Here! In the cafeteria! Where Miss Finster will probably keep us until.. until.."
"Till we perish," interrupted Mike as he and Gus went into hysterics.
"Oh, god this is gonna make me sick," said Spinelli as she started making puking noises under the table.
The whole table started laughing like maniacs. Spinelli started taking it further and has using her mashed potatoes as puke. Mike and Gus forgot their problems along with the rest and laughed even harder. Soon, the whole student body and the 3 teachers were looking at them curiously. Well excluding Miss Finster and Randall who were looking over there with hatred. Miss Finster resolved to do something about this disgusting outburst. She went over to her beloved Randall who was spying on some suspicious 3rd Graders.
"Randall, get over here!" hissed Finster.
Randall went over to Finster followed by taunts like 'snitch' and 'tattletale' from the younger kids. Also some of the older kids mocked 'get a life', 'UGLY' (from the Ashley's) and 'got a problem..Snitch'. Randall wished more then anything else that he was popular like T.J and his lousy friends. His only compensation was that he could get them back when he learnt a secret. Meanwhile, the table of the before mentioned six, were looking at Randall in distaste, then continued with their own affairs.
"Shut it!" yelled Miss Finster as the whole cafeteria went silent then started whispering among themselves.
"Thanks Miss Finster! What can I do for you today?" asked Randall eagerly.
"Well I need you to do a little.. umm.. job for me, Randall, my boy," answered Finster.
"What's the job?" questioned Randall with his familiar, malicious grin on his face.
"Well, you heard T.J. and the rest of his pack laugh a little while ago, right?" said Finster in a suspenseful voice.
"Yes," Randall replied.
"Well, can you go over there, and find out what that disgraceful outburst was about. I would go myself, but they would never have told me. Plus I'm getting too old for the spy role," answered Finster.
"My pleasure, Miss Finster, my pleasure," said Randall smirking as he left Miss Finster and set up his base behind a garbage can near the six that hid him fairly well from the school and T.J and the others. He took out his notebook and a pen and started his mission.
"Oh Spinelli, that was outrageously hilarious," laughed Gretchen.
"I must agree," said Mike, "It was a work of art."
"One of my better ones. Oh wait watch this," exclaimed Spinelli as she added her watermelon drink to the mashed potatoes to make it look green. Following this she replayed her act as she had done before.
The whole table burst out laughing once again. Randall was writing the affair furiously on his notepad. When the laughter died down Vince looked around the cafeteria and noticed something out of par.
"Hey, where's Randall I don't see him anywhere?" wondered Vince aloud to his friends.
"Probably hiding in the girl's room," retorted Spinelli that started a laughing fit again.
"Or, he's phoning his mommy!" said Gus enthusiastically as he went into an exaggerated act of Randall phoning his Mom.
In this moment, an unfortunate thing happened, that would start the beginning of the mistake. Gretchen was laughing so hard at the last joke that she let out a high-pitched snort. All of her friends just looked at her, then continued laughing, this time at the snort with Gretchen. Randall had heard it also and was laughing as well. But his laugh was more like the laughs that the evil people make on movies. He stood up and faced the group smirking.
"Hey, listen up everyone. Gretchen just snorted! And she sounded like a pig!" yelled Randall as he gave T.J. an evil grin before running to Miss Finster.
The whole school was now chanting "Pig-snorter! Pig-snorter!"
"Randall is so going to pay!" muttered T.J. as the others agreed.
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A/N: Whoa, that was long! I didn't mean it to be that long. Please review, if you read it. I would appreciate it.
The Beginning
A/N: Hey, this is a little fic I thought of. Since I have given up writing harry potter fics, because all the good ideas are taken! This is my first Recess fics, so I might make mistakes with the spelling of the school, people, etc. So I would appreciate it, if you would tell me my mistakes, so I can correct them. Well hope you like my first chapter, which is sort of boring! Please don't leave flames unless I deserve them.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recess characters, settings, etc. The only thing I own in this chapter is the plot!
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It was raining heavily on 3rd Street School one gloomy afternoon. This unpleasant downpour forced the unwilling students (and teachers) to stay inside. Most of the kids were rounded up in the 3rd Street School's Cafeteria, looking as though Christmas was cancelled. Some of the teachers even seemed to be discontent with this plan. The cafeteria was a decent, useful looking place. Over one of the entrances there was a metal platform. On the side opposite the windows there was the kitchen and serving area. The rest of the space was filled up with sturdy, wooden tables. Presently the different grades were organized into different spots around the cafeteria. The kindergartens near the west doors and the Grade 6's on the opposite side. (A/N: I'm not rightly sure which way the 2 doors face, so I'm saying it's east and west). Miss Finster, Miss Groeke, and Miss Lemon (A/N: Spelling?) were the 3 teachers that were watching the children at the lunch break. Miss Finster was an old lady with a hideous, yellow dress and temper unlike any other's. The only kid, that could get along with her was Randall, also known as the snitch. Miss Groeke was the middle-aged teacher of the Grade 4 class. Her view of life was very similar to that of a hippie. Full of flowers, peace, and good neighborly attitudes. Miss Lemon on the other hand was Mr. Prickly's (the principal) secretary. Her name suited her very well, because she was very much like a sour lemon. These 3 were patrolling the massive cafeteria with Miss Finster yelling, Miss Groeke smiling, and Miss Lemon ignoring.
The six children, in which this story focuses on, were sitting in the Grade 4 area near the windows. These six kids were a legend among their fellow students on the playground. Miss Finster and her sidekick Randall who had a hunched back, still insisted that the six were deceiving brats. Nevertheless, the six were good, true friends: Vince, Gretchen, Gus, Mike, Spinelli, and their leader T.J. Vince was a black, athletic star who could run faster and kick farther in kickball than anyone on the playground. Gretchen was a redhead whose intelligence the FBI and others were always consulting. She was a tall, lanky and wore very large, round glasses. Gus was the newcomer to this group. He was short and dressed military style. Meanwhile, Mike had the soul of a poet and a love for sweets that resulted in a rather large body (A/N: I figure that is a little mean about the weight issue, so I will apologize to anyone who might have got offended). He had blonde hair and fair skin like an angel. Spinelli was the tomboy of the group and could cream anyone who got in her way. She had 2 pigtails on both sides of her dark hair covered by a ski cap, which went along with her unusual way of dressing. Finally T.J. a prankster prince, with a love for recess like any other kid. They were all looking out into the rain with either boredom or anger.
"It's not fair!" raved Gus. "It's not fair! We were going to raid the Ashley's clubhouse, and now we can't even see it! WHY?"
"No, I think you're wrong Gus, I think I can just see it," said Vince as he squinted into the foggy rain.
"The visibility stands at 201.678m and the Ashley's clubhouse is about 200m away, so it is possible that you can see it. But my calculations state that the present weather should move onto Colorado (A/N: Does anyone know what state Recess takes place in?) in about 14 minutes, so then you should be able to see the clubhouse clearly," stated Gretchen as the others looked at her dumbfounded.
"Whoa, this is so much fun!" joked Spinelli in a sarcastic voice. "We're talking about whether we can see their lousy clubhouse or not."
"Yeah, that's their flag all right blowing in the wind," said T.J. jovially ignoring Spinelli, "Spinelli is right guys! This whomps!"
"Well still, its not like we can go out there Teej," exclaimed Gus, "We're still in here! Here! In the cafeteria! Where Miss Finster will probably keep us until.. until.."
"Till we perish," interrupted Mike as he and Gus went into hysterics.
"Oh, god this is gonna make me sick," said Spinelli as she started making puking noises under the table.
The whole table started laughing like maniacs. Spinelli started taking it further and has using her mashed potatoes as puke. Mike and Gus forgot their problems along with the rest and laughed even harder. Soon, the whole student body and the 3 teachers were looking at them curiously. Well excluding Miss Finster and Randall who were looking over there with hatred. Miss Finster resolved to do something about this disgusting outburst. She went over to her beloved Randall who was spying on some suspicious 3rd Graders.
"Randall, get over here!" hissed Finster.
Randall went over to Finster followed by taunts like 'snitch' and 'tattletale' from the younger kids. Also some of the older kids mocked 'get a life', 'UGLY' (from the Ashley's) and 'got a problem..Snitch'. Randall wished more then anything else that he was popular like T.J and his lousy friends. His only compensation was that he could get them back when he learnt a secret. Meanwhile, the table of the before mentioned six, were looking at Randall in distaste, then continued with their own affairs.
"Shut it!" yelled Miss Finster as the whole cafeteria went silent then started whispering among themselves.
"Thanks Miss Finster! What can I do for you today?" asked Randall eagerly.
"Well I need you to do a little.. umm.. job for me, Randall, my boy," answered Finster.
"What's the job?" questioned Randall with his familiar, malicious grin on his face.
"Well, you heard T.J. and the rest of his pack laugh a little while ago, right?" said Finster in a suspenseful voice.
"Yes," Randall replied.
"Well, can you go over there, and find out what that disgraceful outburst was about. I would go myself, but they would never have told me. Plus I'm getting too old for the spy role," answered Finster.
"My pleasure, Miss Finster, my pleasure," said Randall smirking as he left Miss Finster and set up his base behind a garbage can near the six that hid him fairly well from the school and T.J and the others. He took out his notebook and a pen and started his mission.
"Oh Spinelli, that was outrageously hilarious," laughed Gretchen.
"I must agree," said Mike, "It was a work of art."
"One of my better ones. Oh wait watch this," exclaimed Spinelli as she added her watermelon drink to the mashed potatoes to make it look green. Following this she replayed her act as she had done before.
The whole table burst out laughing once again. Randall was writing the affair furiously on his notepad. When the laughter died down Vince looked around the cafeteria and noticed something out of par.
"Hey, where's Randall I don't see him anywhere?" wondered Vince aloud to his friends.
"Probably hiding in the girl's room," retorted Spinelli that started a laughing fit again.
"Or, he's phoning his mommy!" said Gus enthusiastically as he went into an exaggerated act of Randall phoning his Mom.
In this moment, an unfortunate thing happened, that would start the beginning of the mistake. Gretchen was laughing so hard at the last joke that she let out a high-pitched snort. All of her friends just looked at her, then continued laughing, this time at the snort with Gretchen. Randall had heard it also and was laughing as well. But his laugh was more like the laughs that the evil people make on movies. He stood up and faced the group smirking.
"Hey, listen up everyone. Gretchen just snorted! And she sounded like a pig!" yelled Randall as he gave T.J. an evil grin before running to Miss Finster.
The whole school was now chanting "Pig-snorter! Pig-snorter!"
"Randall is so going to pay!" muttered T.J. as the others agreed.
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A/N: Whoa, that was long! I didn't mean it to be that long. Please review, if you read it. I would appreciate it.