So we reached chapter 12, last chapter Spinelli was in her first Art class, it's a fresh start for her, the one place where she can channel her thoughts and feelings, and the new character Dylan, i might even use him in the sequel story i will write once i'm done with this one, and yearh she went by Ashley, because it's a fresh start and she doesn't hate her first name, another thing from the tape recorder, although, she might not want to use it in Dance class or her lessons in manners at first, but overtime she will be happy about her name, i don't think i'm going to put Mikey in this chapter, in this story he never took dance lessons
So now it's time for chapter 12 Spinelli's first dance class.
Chapter 12: dance class
Once again Spinelli's day started out as the one before. She woke up and got dressed, not even hesitating anymore to slip on a dress and stockings. She was becoming submissive when it came to the Ashleys; after all she learned the hard way that it wasn't going to end well if she disagreed with them.
The day went by slowly, it was spent listening to the Ashleys talking makeup and gossiping, and waiting for time to pass in her new class.
The gang hadn't tried anything during the day to talk to her.
Soon the day was over, and Spinelli was picked up by her mom to drive her to her first dance class.
As they were driving, Flo asked her daughter. "Are you excited about your first dance class? I already bought what you need."
Spinelli cringed. "Do I have to do this Mom? I don't want to."
Flo responded. "Of course, you do pookie. Dance is a good form of exercise and you'll make plenty of new friends this way. Didn't you tell me already that you were making friends in your art class? Give dance a chance too. You might wind up loving it." Flo was absolute about her decision. She wanted her daughter to take up more feminine activities. She wanted Spinelli to be a girly girl.
Soon they arrived at the dance center, Flo then said. "I'll pick you up in about two hours, okay pookie?"
Spinelli sighed before she left the car with a pink gym bag.
She walked inside and a saw a woman waiting for her, who she assumed to be her teacher.
"Ah, you must be Ashley." The woman greeted her. "I talked to your mother on the phone. I am Mademoiselle Pavlova, your dance instructor. You can go change over there." She spoke with a Russian accent while she pointed towards a set of change rooms.
Spinelli then said. "Listen lady, my name is Spinelli. Not Ashley."
Mademoiselle Pavlova responded. "Your mother also said to call you Ashley. Please go change so that you can join the others in the warm up exercises."
Spinelli trudged to the change rooms. She opened her gym bag to see the clothes her mother had bought for her. It was a pink leotard, beige tights, a pink tutu and matching slippers.
Spinelli sighed as she looked at it. I can't believe I have to wear this. I'm just glad no one from school is here to see me in this monstrosity.
Spinelli knew she had no choice in the matter, so she sucked it up and changed clothes. She hastily tied her hair into a messy bun. She surveyed herself in the mirror and sighed again. She felt so stupid wearing these clothes.
Mademoiselle Pavlova wasn't one to wait, she called for Spinelli to come out. Eventually Spinelli did… although she walked out quite slowly.
Mademoiselle Pavlova told her to get in line with the other girls, which she did.
Spinelli, of course, couldn't keep up with the other girls and she felt like a failure, like she wasn't cut out for dance. Naturally, the other girls laughed at her, but for some reason she wasn't trying to beat them up.
Soon Mademoiselle Pavlova spoke up. "Alright girls, that's it for today."
As the other girls walked away to get changed, Spinelli was marching off to the change rooms when her teacher stopped her. "Ashley, please wait."
Spinelli stopped and turned around. "What is it? I know that I suck already."
Mademoiselle Pavlova shook her head. "Ashley, you aren't giving yourself enough credit. The other girls have been dancing for years, so naturally they will be better than you. They can also be quite mean to new dancers, but don't let their comments bother you. To improve a bit quicker though, you can come here on Saturday and stay around for an extra hour or two. On Thursdays, I can provide you with a one-on-one session too."
Spinelli wondered why her teacher would bother wasting her time on a newbie dancer like herself. "Why would you do that?" She asked without thinking.
Mademoiselle Pavlova smiled. "Because you remind me of a little girl back in Russia. So, what do you say?"
"…Okay. I'll stay on Thursday for an extra hour."
"Perfect. I will also call your mother to inform her about this."
Soon Spinelli was picked up by her mom and heading home. Flo knew that her daughter wasn't interested in dancing or any of the other activities she signed her up for, but she was hoping that Spinelli would eventually change her mind.
So that's it for chapter 12.
Truthfully this chapter was probably the hardest for me to write, but i got it done nonetheless.
So i'm thinking that after the next couple of chapters i will jump ahead a few weeks, to the point where Spinelli doesn't mind her new lifestyle, that the Ashleys and her mom have basically forced upon her.
Because after a while she might forget who she was before she joined the Ashleys, it will of course be harder for her to hold on to her true self.
And while i started on a new story, i think of writing other stories as i continue this story.
As always i do not own Recess or its characters just my stories.
And as always if you have any ideas feel free to bring them.
And of course, R/R.
Thanks to my beta reader SheikahLover for editing the chapter.
