Okay, this is the chapter where we uncover why they hate each other. It's
kind of a lousy reason, to tell the truth. At least on Spinelli's end. I
dunno...I guess things just escalated after the whole thing.
Remember, I don't own Recess. I do love it though. It reminds me of my childhood.
I mean, I WAS in fourth grade (Hmm...Did it go from 1996-99 or to 1998?) when it was on. Well, at some point, anyways. Hmm... I was apparently in Fourth Grade in 1999... Curious.
I was like Spinelli in Fourth Grade, too. Seriously, it's strange. I mean, I've got dark hair. And I did threaten to beat people up and torture boys. My parents aren't secret agents though. And I hated wrestling. I was a tomboy though, it was like a fad when I was in school. Seriously, I don't think we had any "Ashley" types. And I didn't go by my real first name either. I went by a nickname. Still do, actually... Ugh. And my mom is really embarrassing, and my dad IS named Bob. And, you know, I had a crush on a guy in first grade, and everyone knew... Man, that sucked. 'Course, y'know, my friends were all smart and like all girls. And I didn't play sports... I ran around and hung out on these bars we had, and by the sewers too... lol. Okay, must stop ranting about my elementary school days... Good times though. And, my, how things have changed. Man, I'm going into high school. Talk about a buzzkill. Okay, I'm going to post this and then post another and then type up another chapter (I have a lot more of them than it seems). Hopefully.
Anyways, 'member, I like reviews. And all you reviewers rock! Anyways, hope ya like it.
LATER THAT DAY...
I was walking past the T.J. and Vince's room in the mansion (because, see, we were watching the joint for Thaddeus T. Third the Third, who was on vacation for a week). Anyways, they were being stupid and they left the door open. They were talking, and I was shocked to find out it was about me.
"So, you think you could help me?" T.J. begged.
Vince shook his head, hands in pockets.
"I dunno. I can't say I've ever been in your position before. I'd probably stay friends, that way no one gets made fun of," Vince advised.
"I don't know Vince. But, I mean, me and Spinelli? We'd probably argue endlessly. And then she'd kill me, 'cause we'd end up breaking up fast anyways..." T.J. pondered.
Vince started laughing and T.J. joined in.
My blood boiled and I stormed past the door. I couldn't listen to any more. I was gonna pulverize something. And here was an Ashley, conveniently placed in my path.
"Hi, like Spin-ugly!" Ashley B. chirped.
I brandished my fist, too tired to smack her down now.
"Buzz off, wimp!" I snapped.
She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, like so, like when's like your like first like date?" Ashley B. asked politely.
I punched her with a resounding smack. I then turned and left angrily. And ran right into T.J. I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Sheesh! What is with everyone today? Acting like whomping stalkers, all of you! Ashley A., Ashley B., Randall, and you! Crimeny!" I snapped, annoyed.
T.J. gave me a confused look. I glared at him.
"Don't look at me like you don't know what you did, you jerk!" I yelled.
I glared at him. I was so gonna enjoy this. I grinned.
"Anyways, I'm gonna get even, and you can't stop me!" I laughed bitterly.
T.J. frowned.
"What'd I do?" T.J. asked, puzzled.
I glared at my friend. Or ex-friend, the way this was turning out. I looked around. Crap. Where were those Ashleys when I actually wanted them around? I spotted Randall and ran over to him. He ducked behind a tree.
"I-I'm s-so s-s-s-sorry, S-spin-elli," Randall shivered.
I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, ya little weasel. Now you gotta listen to what I have to say. And spread it around. If anyone asks, I didn't tell you this, got it? Good. And if you violate this little agreement, I'll kill ya, ya dweeb!" I hissed.
I whispered something and Randall nodded, terrified. He scurried off. I was satisfied. I didn't know how miserable I was to become.
- Loren ;
Ugh, won't let me do asterisks. Ugh. Anyways, notice how I never say what she told Randall? Just assume that it was something bad or horribly embarrassing. Like him wearing footie pajamas or something. Anyways, yeah.
Remember, I don't own Recess. I do love it though. It reminds me of my childhood.
I mean, I WAS in fourth grade (Hmm...Did it go from 1996-99 or to 1998?) when it was on. Well, at some point, anyways. Hmm... I was apparently in Fourth Grade in 1999... Curious.
I was like Spinelli in Fourth Grade, too. Seriously, it's strange. I mean, I've got dark hair. And I did threaten to beat people up and torture boys. My parents aren't secret agents though. And I hated wrestling. I was a tomboy though, it was like a fad when I was in school. Seriously, I don't think we had any "Ashley" types. And I didn't go by my real first name either. I went by a nickname. Still do, actually... Ugh. And my mom is really embarrassing, and my dad IS named Bob. And, you know, I had a crush on a guy in first grade, and everyone knew... Man, that sucked. 'Course, y'know, my friends were all smart and like all girls. And I didn't play sports... I ran around and hung out on these bars we had, and by the sewers too... lol. Okay, must stop ranting about my elementary school days... Good times though. And, my, how things have changed. Man, I'm going into high school. Talk about a buzzkill. Okay, I'm going to post this and then post another and then type up another chapter (I have a lot more of them than it seems). Hopefully.
Anyways, 'member, I like reviews. And all you reviewers rock! Anyways, hope ya like it.
LATER THAT DAY...
I was walking past the T.J. and Vince's room in the mansion (because, see, we were watching the joint for Thaddeus T. Third the Third, who was on vacation for a week). Anyways, they were being stupid and they left the door open. They were talking, and I was shocked to find out it was about me.
"So, you think you could help me?" T.J. begged.
Vince shook his head, hands in pockets.
"I dunno. I can't say I've ever been in your position before. I'd probably stay friends, that way no one gets made fun of," Vince advised.
"I don't know Vince. But, I mean, me and Spinelli? We'd probably argue endlessly. And then she'd kill me, 'cause we'd end up breaking up fast anyways..." T.J. pondered.
Vince started laughing and T.J. joined in.
My blood boiled and I stormed past the door. I couldn't listen to any more. I was gonna pulverize something. And here was an Ashley, conveniently placed in my path.
"Hi, like Spin-ugly!" Ashley B. chirped.
I brandished my fist, too tired to smack her down now.
"Buzz off, wimp!" I snapped.
She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, like so, like when's like your like first like date?" Ashley B. asked politely.
I punched her with a resounding smack. I then turned and left angrily. And ran right into T.J. I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Sheesh! What is with everyone today? Acting like whomping stalkers, all of you! Ashley A., Ashley B., Randall, and you! Crimeny!" I snapped, annoyed.
T.J. gave me a confused look. I glared at him.
"Don't look at me like you don't know what you did, you jerk!" I yelled.
I glared at him. I was so gonna enjoy this. I grinned.
"Anyways, I'm gonna get even, and you can't stop me!" I laughed bitterly.
T.J. frowned.
"What'd I do?" T.J. asked, puzzled.
I glared at my friend. Or ex-friend, the way this was turning out. I looked around. Crap. Where were those Ashleys when I actually wanted them around? I spotted Randall and ran over to him. He ducked behind a tree.
"I-I'm s-so s-s-s-sorry, S-spin-elli," Randall shivered.
I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, ya little weasel. Now you gotta listen to what I have to say. And spread it around. If anyone asks, I didn't tell you this, got it? Good. And if you violate this little agreement, I'll kill ya, ya dweeb!" I hissed.
I whispered something and Randall nodded, terrified. He scurried off. I was satisfied. I didn't know how miserable I was to become.
- Loren ;
Ugh, won't let me do asterisks. Ugh. Anyways, notice how I never say what she told Randall? Just assume that it was something bad or horribly embarrassing. Like him wearing footie pajamas or something. Anyways, yeah.