Disclaimer: I don't own Recess. If I did then recess would be all day everyday.
Summary: T.J. lost Spinelli years ago, and it's still haunting him, but now there this new girl and she just happens to look like Spinelli. But Spinelli's dead. It's impossible…isn't it?
Title: Mirror Image
Author: qtloveskittles
Dedication: Ummm...I'm dedicating this to my friend Ashley cuz she encouraged me to write keep writing it.
Author's note: I'm hoping to upload a chapter a day...but I'm not sure if I can so please bear with me if I can't. I was rereading this chapter and they seem a little mature for kindergarteners at some points. I'm sorry bout this. Please bear with me.
Extra info: This story deals with suicide so if that is a problem for you then…please don't read it. I'm not encouraging anyone to commit suicide and I have no suicidal thoughts running through my mind. (Unless (mentally) killing my annoying alter ego counts as suicide... (lolz joking)). Sorry this chapter is so short. Hopefully the rest of my chapters will be longer. Btw I'm uber sorry if you get confused. Everything should make sense in the next chapter, which I can almost guarantee will be up Tuesday.
Stuff you need to know:
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Thoughts are in italics
ON WITH THE FIC!
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~And he woke up~
A five-year old boy sat up in bed giving a small scream. He reached for a stuffed monkey and gave it a squeeze.
"T.J. had bad dream." The child spoke to the monkey.
"You listen right Mr. Monk Monk?" The child continued without waiting for an answer (I doubt he get one though). "It was about big T.J. and girl T.J. no know. She sorta look like girl who live down street, Spinelli, the one that do shopping with me and mommy all the time, but she much bigger. She try jump from bridge at favorite park but T.J. stop her cuz he say he miss her. Then he hold her like this," He held the monkey against his chest, "but it no work. She slip and fall anyway. T.J. try save her but she still fall in river."
"T.J." A voice floated up from downstairs.
"That mommy. It must be time for kindygarden. Thank for listening Mr. Monk Monk."
The boy grabbed a red baseball cap and ran out the door. He ran down the stairs to the front door chanting 'kindygarden' the whole way. He knocked his sister over as she walked towards the door.
"Hey dweeb you knocked me over!"
"Sowy!" His voice floated to her in the hall.
"Brat." She muttered to herself while she dusted off her clothes. "Don't know why mom and dad bothered having you."
"What was that dear?" Becky looked up at her mothers smiling face.
"Nothing mom."
"Have you seen T.J.?"
"Excit-O-Boy is at the front door."
"Thanks honey." Her mother walked away and she let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh and honey." Her mother stuck her head in the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"You're grounded for calling your brother a brat. Buh bye!" The door closed shut in Becky's scowling face.
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"Kindygarden! Kindygarden!" T.J.'s chants had followed them all the way to 3rd street School.
"Here we are." The car pulled up in front of a yellow brick building.
"Whoa!" With his nose pressed against his against the car window he looked up at the towering building.
Kids even older than his sister walked towards the building, while kids his age ran away from their parents. He immediately spotted Spinelli's ski cap. A vision of the older Spinelli falling flashed through his mind and he was suddenly quite. His mother, thinking he was nervous, looked out at the masses of kids. She too spotted Spinelli.
"Look T.J. it's your friend Spinelli."
T.J. drew his eyes from the ground and hoped out of the car. He ran to meet Spinelli. She saw him and met him halfway.
"Hiya T.J." She ran back to her mother with T.J. and his mother right behind.
~*~
They were both in the same class with 10 other kids. Their teacher was an older lady who was eyeing them with fear.
"Welcome children." Her sounded shaky and nervous.
"Welcome to your first day of Kindergarten. My name is Mrs.-"
"T.J." Spinelli whispered his name. "My brother says that the best part of the day is recess."
"My sister does too." He said nodding.
"Badly though it doesn't come until the round time teller's big point is on the 12 and the little point is on the 10."
T.J. looked at the clock. It read 8:30. Even though he could read it he turned to Spinelli.
"That's forever from now."
Spinelli nodded.
"But my big brother taught me a secret. See that table with the nervous lady."
T.J. nodded.
"Well it's got secret compartments in it. And the top one has the key the opens the time teller. If we got that key we could make it time for recess."
T.J. nodded again. "How do we get it though?"
Spinelli grinned almost evilly. "Leave that to me. All you gots to do is try to escape. When the lady tries to stop you kick and scream 'kay?"
"Yup." He walked over to the door.
As soon as Spinelli saw the teacher try and stop him she ran to the desk. Standing on the chair she pulled open the top most drawer and grabbed 'the key'. Making a mad dash for the clock she used a stack of books to reach it. Clumsily she unlocked it and moved it so it read 10:00 and successfully pulled off the first prank of the year.
Through tear filled eyes (remember he had to cry to distract the teacher) T.J. watched Spinelli move the hands on the clock. In that instant he promised himself he'd become prankster prince, he'd heard about it from his brother. He'd become prankster prince for Spinelli, as a promise that they'd be friends forever.
Spinelli ran over to him as the bell rang. Instantly T.J. stopped crying and he and Spinelli shared a high five. The prank had been a success. They ran outside followed but the rest of the school. Spinelli headed straight for Old Rusty while T.J. stayed to watch the new king be sworn in.
"So you swear to uphold all playground rules and maintain peace and order?"
"I do." A second grader said proudly, his left hand on a math book and his right hand in the air.
"Then by the power in me, as the last kings best 5th grade friend, I know pronounce you King. ALL HAIL KING BOB!"
T.J. bored with it walked to Old Rusty where Spinelli was hanging onto two rings. Underneath her two boys and a girl stood. The girl was tall and had long red hair in two pigtails. Glasses rested on the brim of his nose. The boy next to her was tall as well and had blonde hair sticking messily up from his head and he was a larger in the middle. The last boy had dark skin and even darker hair. He held a kickball in his hands.
"Hi. I'm T.J." He waved a hand at them.
"I'm Gretchen." The girl smiled.
"Mikey is me, Mikey is I." The blonde boy put a hand in the air.
"Okay...?" T.J. raised an eyebrow.
"Vince's my name. Winning's my game." The boy with the kickball stuck out his hand.
"Hey. And this," T.J. gestured towards Spinelli, "is my friend Spinelli."
Suddenly Spinelli's hand slipped and she hung dangerously from one ring, with one hand. A gasp rang out from the four children on the ground.
"Spinelli!" T.J. could see he fingers slipping.
"Hold on I'll get Finster." Gretchen took off running.
"I'll try to get her down." Vince began to climb Old Rusty.
T.J. looked to where Gretchen was trying get Finster's attention, without success, to where Spinelli who was hanging on by two fingers. He ran beneath her with his arms outstretched.
"Spinelli jump I'll catch you."
"The fat lady will catch me." She used her free hand to point to Mrs. Finster.
"There's no time. Come Spinelli jump!" He saw her two remaining finger's slipping fast.
"Awww, come on Spinelli. Don't worry."
She shook her head as her to fingers slipped.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Spinelli was falling to the ground fast. T.J. stepped closer and she landed on top of him. They both fell to the ground with a soft thud. Spinelli, who was startled across T.J.'s chest, locked eyes with him and smiled. He returned the smile glad his friend was all right.
"Thank T.J. for saving Spinelli."
Mikey, Vince (who had jumped down), and Gretchen (who had given up on getting Mrs. Finster's attention) all crowed around the two asking if they were okay.
~And so began the greatest friendship 3rd Street School has ever seen~