Flames of Passion
Chapter one: Growing Up and the Dream
"Ashley, time for bed." Spinelli groaned as she rolled her body so she was sitting in an upright position on the couch. Talk about a lame time to go to bed. Iron Head was just about to cream Wolf Man. "Ashley!" he mom shouted again. Spinelli shot an evil look towards the room her mother was in and turned the TV off. She trudged up the stairs into her bathroom and slowly removed the dress, jacket, socks, boots, and hat she wore. Standing in her under garments, she sighed. Over the past month she'd been having random and unclear dreams.
Now, she was 'beginning to develop as a young woman' as her mother put it. She was the only girl in Third Street her age with, uh, no flat chest. She always hid it because she was embarrassed. Her mother assured her it meant she was growing up faster, but Spinelli didn't want to grow up faster. She took her hair out of their pigtails and brushed the ebony locks out. They looked really pretty down, but she never really paid attention. She removed her undergarments and took a shower. As the warm water ran down her bare back, she thought over about this whole growing up matter. Her mom said she was becoming a woman. Her body was developing faster then most girls. It kinda scared Spinelli to be honest. Spinelli finished her shower and put on her midnight blue PJs. A tank top and caprice were the PJs and the tank top had a navy blue stripe running down the middle.
"Well, guess I've got no choice but to move forward because there is no turning back." Spinelli was now in the fifth grade and her mom had given her, to her horror, bras. Spinelli felt so sick that she could start crying. These things were happening so fast. She laid down in her bed and turned off the light and shut her eyes.
In her dream, she was on the playground with a kickball. But, she was all alone. The wind blew the swings and they creaked ion a lonely term, paper flew across the blacktop, and everything remained recent and ominous. Wait, there was a shadow of a person. In the fog, because it was pretty early in the morning. She walked towards the person and was relieved to see it was T.J.
"Teej, what's going on?" she asked. T.J. shrugged and seemed to be staring at her clothes. Spinelli looked down to see she was wearing a tube top and jeans. What was up with that? When she looked back at T.J., he seemed to be blushing and it built an awkward moment. "So…" Spinelli began. T.J. and her were pretty close. When had they gotten closer? Her head was pinning and she had dropped the kickball. It rolled away gently. T.J. suddenly cupped her chin and brought her head forward and their lips met. She blinked but felt like she…like she…
"AHHHHHHH!" Spinelli sat up, screaming. She looked around to see she was in her room, in her bed, still wearing her PJs. She sighed and fell back on her bad. It was morning. Groggily, she got out of bed and went downstairs to see her parents.
"Ashley honey, are you ok?" he mom asked. "We heard you screaming." Spinelli looked at her mother and shrugged.
"Just a bad dream." With that, she sat down at the table and poured herself a bowl of Senior Fusion Flakes and began to eat the purple sugar coated cornflakes. Normally, these were her favorite, but today she could care less. After Spinelli finished her orange juice, she returned upstairs and brushed her teeth, washed her face, and combed her hair. She went into her room but, instead of her normal clothes, a white T-shirt, nice jeans, and a single ribbon for her hair, not to mention a, ugh, bra, sat waiting for her. "MOM!" she yelled. Mrs. Spinelli ran upstairs.
"What is it Ashley?" she asked.
"Where are my clothes?" Spinelli demanded, pointing her index finger at the other clothes her mother laid out.
"They were all dirty, honey. Just please dress like a girl for a change, please honey." Spinelli snorted. She was such a tomboy she considered it an insult if someone called her a girl. The only reason she agreed was because her mom got on her knees and begged. Besides, she had no choice because she had no other clothes except her PJs, and she was NOT going to school in those. Her mom left and Spinelli took the clothes into her bathroom and took off her PJs and put on the bra. She took a good look in the mirror. She was taller and had long, pretty, slender legs and a nicely built hourglass figure and long arms with graceful hands. Her complexion was slightly tanned and her face was pretty. She put on the T-shirt and jeans and tied her hair back into a ponytail. She looked really cute. Her mom had laid out sandals for her to wear. She put them on and walked downstairs and grabbed her backpack.
"Bye…" she said slowly and walked out of the house and walked slowly to school.
Cliffie. Let's see what her friends hafta say about her new look. Hee hee.
