The Inevitable Changes Chapter 1: Prologue, a recess fanfic

A/N: Hey, everyone! This is my second fanfic that I've written, so don't judge me too harshly, though constructive criticism is accepted.

I've recently come across Recess and it brought back so many memories of my childhood that I thought I should write about it. So here is the beginning.

I hope you enjoy it and it would mean a LOT to me if you all reviewed and/or commented. Remember: I'll only keep writing/updating if I get reviews- good OR bad… so REVIEW! Please and Thanks.

Anyway, here's the prologue, and sorry that it's kind of short.

Prologue

It was a normal day like any other. At least, it started out that way. It was that time of day again- the time that we had looked forward to for six years.

Recess.

Recess was our time. It was the time to cream others in a competitive game of kickball, squash opponents in dodgeball, and get tackled during my all-time favorite game- battle tag. It had been that way for six years, and nothing was going to change that.

Today's recess, however, was not spent doing any of those things. Instead, my five best friends and I were swung across the metal dome climber talking about a topic that I didn't even want to think about at the moment. Our future.

Sure, our future was bound to show up sooner or later, but we were only going to be kids for a few more years, and I wanted to make the most of it. So I was hoping for later.

TJ didn't respect my wishes though. He called this little meeting to discuss next year, as we were going to be moving on to the big school- Third Street Middle School. It was enough to make me gag.

What ticked me off was that TJ was late to his own meeting. Everyone was here except him.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late," TJ said, walking up to us. "Finster was asking me pointless questions and I couldn't get away."

"What questions? You didn't pull a prank without us, did you TJ?" Gus asked, worried.

"No, Gus, I didn't. Don't worry. I wouldn't pull a prank without my crew," and with that, TJ, who was standing in between Gus and Vince on the ground, swung his arm over their shoulders.

I rolled my eyes. "That's great and all, Teej. But can we get on with this meeting before recess is over? I got suckers to cream at a little game I like to call dodgeball," I said, slyly, cupping my fist with my other hand.

"Now, Spinelli," Gretchen said, "I'm sure what TJ is about to announce is very important because it's not very often that he cancels activities for a 'meeting,' as he likes to call it."

TJ nodded. "Thanks, Gretch. Now, I've called this little 'get together' to discuss our futures."

I groaned. This was the last thing I wanted to talk about during the precious time of recess. "Teej, can we talk about this later? Right now, our future includes creaming the fifth graders at dodgeball."

"No, Spinelli. We have to talk about this now because…" TJ trailed off.

"Because why?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest, becoming more annoyed by the second.

TJ looked around like he was about to tell us a secret, but knowing TJ, he very well could be. "I talked to Butch."

Well, that wasn't much of a secret. I was wasting my recess time to hear something that Butch said? Unbelievable.

The others, nonetheless, seemed intrigued. "Oh what great intelligence has thou Butch set upon you today?" Mikey sang in his poetic way of his. Does he have to say everything like it's poetry? If you ask me, then no, no he doesn't. But if you ask Mikey, then yes, yes he does.

Butch was Third Street School's eyes and ears of the 'older people,' which included middle and high schoolers. Whenever you needed to know something about the 'future,' Butch was your guy, even if he had weird ways of showing it.

"He told me that next year, when we become 7th graders, there's an 84-percent chance that we will lose the friends that we made in elementary school."

Everyone gasped, me included. Um, excuse me? We all didn't want to believe it but we all knew it was true. You could count on everything that Butch said.

Gretchen was the first one to break the silence by taking out a calculator. "Are you sure he did the math correctly?" What a nerd. She punched some numbers on the device. "If I refigure the formula correctly, then the probability of losing elementary school friends shouldn't be 84-percent, but…" Her eyes widened.

"What is it, Gretch?" Vince asked.

"96.24-percent."

And then the awkward silence was back.

"Even worse!" Gus exclaimed. Thank you Captain Obvious. "What am I gonna do without you guys? I don't know how I'm going to survive! I don't- I don't-" He started to hyperventilate.

"It's ok, Gus! That's why I called you all here today- to make a promise." TJ started pacing back and forth in front of where we were sitting.

"But, Teej! We can't stop fate. If Butch said it's gonna happen, then it's gonna happen!" Vince started to look pale and I wondered why he was so upset. He was athletic, he was popular. He was going to have no trouble finding another group of friends to hang out with. If anyone should have been worried, it should be Gus and Mikey. No offence to them, of course.

"I'm not gonna let it happen, Vince. That's why I want you guys to raise your right hand…" Slowly everyone raised their right hand. "…and repeat after me: I promise-"

"I promise-" We all said together in unison.

"That we will let nothing-"

"Tear us apart-"

"and that we-"

"will always stay friends no matter what happens."

"You can put your arm down now," TJ said, smiling.

"Great, now that we have that under control, can we go play dodge ball now?" I asked, leaping off of the dome. I didn't wait for an answer before I ran over to the dodge ball wall.

I wasn't worried about the gang and me not being friends anymore once we hit middle school. When my brother started middle school, he stayed friends with his elementary school pals, even though they were friends for a shorter amount of time than me, TJ, and the crew. We had stayed friends for six years and nothing, not even 7th grade, was going to change that. I was going to make sure of it.

Little did I know, that not even Spinelli, as tough as I am, could control fate. But I was going to bet my brother's boots that I would try.

Well, there's the prologue. I know that it's really short and I promise that the chapters are going to be longer. That is, if you guys want me to keep writing. I'm not going to continue something if nobody is going to read it.

I decided to write in Spinelli's point-of-view because she is just like me in so many ways, so I thought it'd be the easiest.

So, REVIEW and COMMENT if you want me to keep writing! The next chapter won't be posted 'till you do!

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-ecStarz