Disclaimer: I don´t own the Recess characters....but I own Dr Weaver and
Dr Hill!
AN: I want to thank Adrianics and D.W. Gavin for urging me to write more! But, here´s the third chapter (I´m really really really sorry if there are any stupid spelling or grammar mistakes)
Chapter 3
,,What is it Mum?" Alyssa asked anxiously.
,,Alyssa, I have to go to Philadelphia," Spinelli (AN: Lets just call her Ashley, OK?) said.
,,But why?"
,,Something just happened...you´ll babysit your siblings and your father will be home by eight."
,,But..."
,,Don´t, Alyssa!" Ashley shouted and put her coat on. ,,I´m not in the mood! Just do what I told you to do!" Ashley slammed the front door of the beautiful villa where the Detweilers lived.
Ashley hurried to her car, a black Benz (AN: TJ´s a rich lawyer).
,,Why did she ido that/i to herself?" Ashley murmured to herself. ,,Why? i don´t understand...Gretchen was always so smart...."
*at the hospital*
,,Excuse me, are you Mrs Detweiler?" a tall woman with long, blonde hair asked Ashley when she arrived at the hospital.
,,Yes, I am. And you are...?"
,,Dr Hill." The two womens shook hands.
,,How´s Gretchen?" Ashley blurted out and rubbed her hands together in fear. Dr Hill frowned.
,,Miss Grundler had lost alot of blood when we got her. She´s still unconscious but she´ll wake up any minute. We called you, Mrs Detweiler, because you were the only one we made contact with. Miss Grunder doesn´t have any relatives or..."
,,It´s all right. Although, I haven´t seen Gretchen for over ten years. But, iwhy/i did Gretchen do this?" Ashley asked and shook her head in disbelief.
,,I was hoping that you could tell me." Ashley spun on her heel and saw this male doctor. She could feel her cheeks flush and her knees wobble although she was very happily marrided and 40 years old. The doctor was very tall and well-built, with black, wavy hair, incredible blue eyes and very white and straight teeths, about 35 years old. (AN: *sighs dreamily*)
,,I´m sorry, Mrs Detweiler. Dr Weaver." Ashley could feel her whole body shaking when Dr Weaver shook her hand. ,,I´m a psychiatrist."
,,Ni-nice to meet you," Ashley said softly.
*Gretchen´s POV*
,,Gretchen?"
Who´s voice is it? A woman´s voice? Melinda? No. Better open my eyes and check it out.
Everythin is so unclear. But I can see long, black hair, blue sweater and large, brown eyes. Is it...?
,,Spinelli?" I ask in disbelief. It can´t be. The woman smiles. Perfect perfect teeths. Grr.
,,Yes, it´s me Gretch. How are you?"
,,Weak." I hardly can´t talk. Besides, I don´t want to talk to iher/i. ,,What are you doing here?" I ask.
,,They gave me a call and I came over. I was really worried and..."
,,Why?" I snap. Spinelli´s eyes become wide.
,,Huh?"
,,Why were you worried about me?" I hiss. Spinelli seems confused.
,,Why? Because we are friends, that´s why."
,,No, we´re no. We iwere/i friends, Spinelli. Friends don´t abandon each other."
,,Abandon?" Spinelli is insulted. Good.
,,Yes, you abandoned me. You all abandoned me. Poor ugly Gretchen. No wonder I tried to kill myself! If nobody cares for me, why shouldn´t I die?!" I shout. If I weren´t so weak, I´d punch her.
,,Gretchen, you´re ill. Don´t shout," Spinelli sais surprisingly calm. She stands up. Probably leaving. ,,I tried to keep our realationship alive, Gretchen. I tried! But ievery time I called you/i you were busy with your science nonesens and didn´t want to talk to me. I just gave up! I have three children to take care of. I don´t have time for dealing with you. Look, I ran away from my childrens just for you. And you reward it like that!"
Spinelli spins on her heel and heads to the door. I don´t protest her scowls. Because they´re true. Too true...
She looks back. What now? I´m ill, can´t the bitch leave me ALONE?!
,,You´ll always be miserable if you keep pushing people away. It´s not my fault, it´s not TJ´s, it´s not anybodys fault but you. And the only thing you can do is to snap out of it." she sais softly. Almost gentle.
,,Goodbye Mrs Detweiler," I say dryly. ,,Go back to your husband. Sure he misses you." Spinelli gasps. She found the envy in my words. She slams the soor so hard I feel like the whole room is vibrating. Vibrating with anger.
OK, I´m working on chapter four....but please folks! Don´t read it without writing a review! I love feedback!
Ashley...
AN: I want to thank Adrianics and D.W. Gavin for urging me to write more! But, here´s the third chapter (I´m really really really sorry if there are any stupid spelling or grammar mistakes)
Chapter 3
,,What is it Mum?" Alyssa asked anxiously.
,,Alyssa, I have to go to Philadelphia," Spinelli (AN: Lets just call her Ashley, OK?) said.
,,But why?"
,,Something just happened...you´ll babysit your siblings and your father will be home by eight."
,,But..."
,,Don´t, Alyssa!" Ashley shouted and put her coat on. ,,I´m not in the mood! Just do what I told you to do!" Ashley slammed the front door of the beautiful villa where the Detweilers lived.
Ashley hurried to her car, a black Benz (AN: TJ´s a rich lawyer).
,,Why did she ido that/i to herself?" Ashley murmured to herself. ,,Why? i don´t understand...Gretchen was always so smart...."
*at the hospital*
,,Excuse me, are you Mrs Detweiler?" a tall woman with long, blonde hair asked Ashley when she arrived at the hospital.
,,Yes, I am. And you are...?"
,,Dr Hill." The two womens shook hands.
,,How´s Gretchen?" Ashley blurted out and rubbed her hands together in fear. Dr Hill frowned.
,,Miss Grundler had lost alot of blood when we got her. She´s still unconscious but she´ll wake up any minute. We called you, Mrs Detweiler, because you were the only one we made contact with. Miss Grunder doesn´t have any relatives or..."
,,It´s all right. Although, I haven´t seen Gretchen for over ten years. But, iwhy/i did Gretchen do this?" Ashley asked and shook her head in disbelief.
,,I was hoping that you could tell me." Ashley spun on her heel and saw this male doctor. She could feel her cheeks flush and her knees wobble although she was very happily marrided and 40 years old. The doctor was very tall and well-built, with black, wavy hair, incredible blue eyes and very white and straight teeths, about 35 years old. (AN: *sighs dreamily*)
,,I´m sorry, Mrs Detweiler. Dr Weaver." Ashley could feel her whole body shaking when Dr Weaver shook her hand. ,,I´m a psychiatrist."
,,Ni-nice to meet you," Ashley said softly.
*Gretchen´s POV*
,,Gretchen?"
Who´s voice is it? A woman´s voice? Melinda? No. Better open my eyes and check it out.
Everythin is so unclear. But I can see long, black hair, blue sweater and large, brown eyes. Is it...?
,,Spinelli?" I ask in disbelief. It can´t be. The woman smiles. Perfect perfect teeths. Grr.
,,Yes, it´s me Gretch. How are you?"
,,Weak." I hardly can´t talk. Besides, I don´t want to talk to iher/i. ,,What are you doing here?" I ask.
,,They gave me a call and I came over. I was really worried and..."
,,Why?" I snap. Spinelli´s eyes become wide.
,,Huh?"
,,Why were you worried about me?" I hiss. Spinelli seems confused.
,,Why? Because we are friends, that´s why."
,,No, we´re no. We iwere/i friends, Spinelli. Friends don´t abandon each other."
,,Abandon?" Spinelli is insulted. Good.
,,Yes, you abandoned me. You all abandoned me. Poor ugly Gretchen. No wonder I tried to kill myself! If nobody cares for me, why shouldn´t I die?!" I shout. If I weren´t so weak, I´d punch her.
,,Gretchen, you´re ill. Don´t shout," Spinelli sais surprisingly calm. She stands up. Probably leaving. ,,I tried to keep our realationship alive, Gretchen. I tried! But ievery time I called you/i you were busy with your science nonesens and didn´t want to talk to me. I just gave up! I have three children to take care of. I don´t have time for dealing with you. Look, I ran away from my childrens just for you. And you reward it like that!"
Spinelli spins on her heel and heads to the door. I don´t protest her scowls. Because they´re true. Too true...
She looks back. What now? I´m ill, can´t the bitch leave me ALONE?!
,,You´ll always be miserable if you keep pushing people away. It´s not my fault, it´s not TJ´s, it´s not anybodys fault but you. And the only thing you can do is to snap out of it." she sais softly. Almost gentle.
,,Goodbye Mrs Detweiler," I say dryly. ,,Go back to your husband. Sure he misses you." Spinelli gasps. She found the envy in my words. She slams the soor so hard I feel like the whole room is vibrating. Vibrating with anger.
OK, I´m working on chapter four....but please folks! Don´t read it without writing a review! I love feedback!
Ashley...