pink-kiss-candy: Yes, she should tell TJ that his best friend is right next to him shakes head TJ and Spinelli are highly popular
Suk-fong TJ is a sweetie
Angel Neko-Jin -grins- Really glad you like that chapter. I like Spinelli for those reasons to, shes not fake.
Ash Eyes Glad you loved the chapter... this one isn't that great but hope you like it
Lailah Hoshi That last chapter was getting much love hehe. I used to be alot my Spinelli too, I only stopped looking like a tomboy earlier this year but I still totally am one hehe. Tomboys are the best, totally real. TJ and Spin are the best.
topazchick08 hehe thanks for the review, everyone seems to have the same opinions on their favorite characters... they're my fav too... Because TJ is crazy adorable.
Fauna Greywolf -giggles- I love him to, he is crazy adorable. Thanks for the review
Question: If you have one, favorite episode?
I like many actually, I like all Spinelli-based ones. The experiment(Where TJ and Spinelli kissed) And the Biggest trouble ever where that broke that statue
Ever seen the movies? I only say one, I want to see the fifth grade and kinder garden movies but they're no where in my town.
Whether you ignored my babble or not… here is another chapter, not that great but it's a chapter m'dears….
Chapter 9 – Artistically Reunited
"I have no inspiration, Ms. Lynch; nothing seems to be working out," Mickey sat in the very small class behind the art studio, mainly used for the art teachers creative writing class, which was what Mickey did instead of art.
"Michael, you know I allow my students to find their own inspiration," stated the young women. "Most use none-inspiration as an excuse to slack off, but you're not like that. Why so creatively challenged, being such a creative boy?" Mickey looked up at Ms. Lynch.
Mickey admired her, but for much different reasons then most of the boys in the school did. She was a petite and gorgeous figure, with full wavy red hair that fell over her shoulders and a pair of jewel-like lavender eyes. She was an amazing artist, in so many ways, creative in every way possible.
"I don't know, my minds been a block, flowers are covered with snow and my poems are as boring and useless as the grey winter sky," Mickey shook his blonde head. "I try my best, but only thing to cure a creative block is pure inspiration. I can't lack it, I've never lacked it, but I do," Mickey bit his lip and Ms. Lynch's gorgeous facial figures looked concerned.
"Tell me Mickey, what is on your mind?" she asked, leaning against the table and looking at her student, ready to listen.
"The theater program," Mickey stated.
"It is back up; I thought you'd be thrilled," Ms. Lynch stated with a smile.
"I am," Mickey responded, waving his hand. "But Ashley Armbruster is taking it over. Don't get me wrong, I am not biased towards the Ashley's and am sure they can be sweet girls but," Mickey looked up at the gorgeous teacher and gave her a weak smile. "She is an amazing actress, I will give her that, but it's not fair to shatter my dreams of a lead roll, she'll probably just stick a donkey suit on me," Mickey looked away and Ms. Lynch smiled understandingly.
"It is true Mickey that some peers may be unfair but, as beautiful as you make the world sound and as optimist as you are," Ms Lynch looked out the window in a slight trance. "It is not always fair, unless we speak up for ourselves,"
"But that's what my poems, my creativity do for me, I need inspiration Ms. Lynch, I just got' a have it," Mickey sounded almost pleading and she turned to give him an apologetic smile.
"Michael this has come across many but I can not give you inspiration like I can give you guidance, inspiration is something you figure out on your own," Ms. Lynch took out another sheet of paper and placed it in front of Mickey. "Inspiration comes when we least expect it, do not force it, write it when you're ready," With that, the beautiful woman walked into the art studio and Mickey sat in the back room, chewy the top of his pencil and staring blank-faced at the bare sheet in front of him.
Ms. Lynch walked into the art studio and took a seat on the stool in front of her easel. She had very few students in her forth period class; there were only five at the moment and only one other beside her at the easels, the rest doing clay work and chatting.
The door to the room opened and a small raven-haired girl stepped in, her book bag over her shoulder and her blue eyes scanning the room. Ms. Lynch smiled and stood up, walking over to her new pupil.
"You must be Ashley!" she said with a welcoming smile and Spinelli closed the art room door behind her.
The art teacher was quite pretty, but could be none older then twenty-two. The art room was a fairly medium sized room with many windows. About 10 easels, two long tables where three students were chatting while making clay models.
"Actually, I prefer Lei," stated Spinelli, shaking the teachers hand who gave her a warm smile.
"Free expression in any shape or form is most welcome, Lei," stated Ms. Lynch. "I am Ms. Lynch and welcome to my lair of creativity. We have everything, painting, pastel, clay, water color, writing, and much more. Pick your creative weapon of choice and if you need anything I do not bite," Ms. Lynch finished and Spinelli chuckled slightly, thinking she would highly enjoy this class.
Spinelli walked to an easel near a back door which she didn't look into but just look a seat on the stool and leaned her back against the wall behind it and lay the paints to the side and took out a plate of pastel crayons.
She worked much better with them, she guessed because she found her artistic talent by making chalk masterpieces on the blacktop of her elementary school.
Spinelli started drawing but was very engrossed in her picture of the winter land outside the window was she didn't noticed the boy leaning against the doorframe behind her, looking at the drawing.
"That's very good," stated a voice and Spinelli jumped and spun around, about to ask what the boy who snuck up on her problem was until she noticed who it was.
He was tall, blonde and chubby, with a friendly face and a pencil and paper in hand as he gave her a friendly smile that she couldn't quite forget.
Mickey Blumberg.
"Sorry if I startled you, I'm Mickey," the boy said, extending and hand and Spinelli smirked, tempted to respond 'I know, you big Lummox' but just shook his hand.
"Lei," She responded simply and Mickey grinned.
"You're very good," Mickey said, nodding towards her not even half started picture with much appreciation.
"It's just a hobby," Spinelli stated modestly.
"There aren't many good drawings in this school, some good theater programs which our good drawings refuse to part in," Mickey said in an innocent tone, as if casually brining up conversation.
"Are you asking me something?" Spinelli wondered, knowing the way Mickey would act before asking something of you.
"How about you do a suffering actor a favor," said Mikey, hoping she'd accept his offer to her helping paint the sets, he needed to help some way or Ashley A would never even consider him for any part at all.
"Depending on what you ask I'll do an old friend a favor any day," Suddenly Spinelli caught watch she said and her eyes went wide hoping Mikey didn't notice.
Little did Spinelli know, Mickey shouldn't be the one she should be worrying about for someone figure out who she was.
"Menlow I need to ask you a favor," said a red-haired girl, entering the office and Menlow smiled, always happy to assist Gretchen in anyway possibly. "I need you to get me a file about Ashley Funicello but if you could… Look under S, not F,"
Not my best chapter, but I think you will greatly enjoy the next one.
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-Stephanie
