Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Recess.

Note: Story gets into a serious issue come the second chapter. Read at own risk.

Please enjoy this short story. It will probably be around 4-5 chapters.

Randall sits alone his back against a brick wall on the edge of the school. T.J. and his friends are laughing and talking when T.J. spots Randall sitting by himself. "Hey guys, wait here a sec." They pass each other curious glances as T.J. runs up to Randall. "Hey there, Randall. What're you up to?" Now normally this friendly chatty chat would be the last thing T.J. would do with someone like Randall the snitch, but when he's not snitching something is up.

"What? Oh... it's nothing." Randall looks down playing with a piece of leaf he has in his hand.

T.J. watches him for a second. "Nothing? Nothing new going on? Nobody to snitch on?"

"Well... I don't know."

Now it's T.J.'s turn to get a curious expression. "Is something wrong? You're not acting like yourself today."

"I Just. I-I..." he stumbles.

T.J. turns around and motions his friends away mouthing he'll see them later. He sits down next to Randall watching his friends walk away confused.

"So... anything you'd like to tell me?" He pauses getting no response. "Look, I know we're not exactly friends, but you know you can trust me, right?"

Randall slowly nods and looks up at T.J. T.J. notices something off about him. "Are you all right? You look like something's on your mind. Like, you're really bothered by something." T.J. is genuinely worried. He's never seen Randall quite like this before.

Randall looks back down and keeps playing with his leaf. He sighs and opens his mouth, "I saw something," he says lowly.

"What'd you see?" T.J. lowers his voice also, realizing this is not a time to be all fun and games.

"I saw a person doing something. And I don't know if I should tattle or not."

"What?! You always tattle no matter what you see!" He says incredulously.

Randall shakes his head sadly. "Not this time. It's not like that. This is different...... this is serious."

"Was it another kid? Did it happen on the playground?" T.J. asks.

"Yeah, yesterday. I've been thinking about it for a day." He frowns, "I didn't sleep much last night. I can't get the image out of my head!" He grabs his head clutching it almost in agony.

"Did you see a kid get beaten up? What happened?"

"No... no, nothing like that. The person was alone. In the shadows."

"What was he... uh, the person doing?"

"He," Randall starts, confirming the person was male, "was doing something I've never seen before. Nothing I thought, I thought existed. It was... I don't know." Randall starts to shake. T.J. stays quiet just listening intently. "I was scared. I didn't run or talk or anything. I just watched him for I don't know how long."

T.J. contemplates his next words for a few seconds then speaks carefully, "This thing he was doing... was it breaking school rules?"

Randall looks up for the second time since the conversation started and nods solemnly. "Worse than chewing gum, even worse than cheating on a test! I think he could be expelled."

T.J. widens his eyes. "Do you know who he is?"

"Yeah. I..." he gets a questionable look on his face as if pondering if his memory is real, "I never thought it'd be him. I mean..." he doesn't finish his thoughts.

"Do I know him?"

"You do. We all do." Randall goes back to playing with the leaf, distracting himself. Almost wanting to end the conversation.

T.J. senses this, but presses on wanting answers. "Could you..." he pauses slightly, "tell me what you saw him doing? Maybe I could help you if it's something we should tell Miss Finster. If he can be expelled, no matter how much a friend he may be to us or something, we should tell."

Randall takes what seems to be about a half a minute to respond. He almost whispers, "I shouldn't have seen him. It's a secret he has."

T.J. sighs almost impatiently. "Randall, I realize the situation *may* be grave, but I really think I should know what you saw."

Randall suddenly widens his eyes and looks at T.J. with a serious and earnest expression, "Would you want to see? I'm sure he's doing it again right now."

He continues, "I don't think I have the words to tell you." He looks pitiful.

T.J. nods once and stands up; Randall follows suit. "Let's go. Show me where he is."

As they walk T.J. speaks again, "Who is it?"

"You'll see." Randall says with a grimace, not looking forward to what is about to happen. He is more hunched than usual.

Thanks for reading.