Okay, now, this chapter is set in the present. Spinelli's reflecting a
little bit after what happened on the court.
And remember, I don't own Recess. How I wish it did... Ah, I miss my youth. School's starting soon. I'm sorry that I haven't really updated lately, actually, but my computer's been a little off lately. The poor thing.
Anyways, I've been writing a lot of this fic lately... Seriously, it's a crazy amount. I'm like having a love affair with it... lol... Anyways, I'm getting toward the end in the writing, which is weird because I dunno how I'm gonna close it off. Anyways, fun stuff ahead.
In this chapter, Spinelli kinda explains what's been happening over the past six years. Oh yeah, Mikey and Gus really aren't in this fic at all, yet, anyways. It's mostly Spinelli and T.J. revolving, actually... Surprise, surprise! Anyways, enjoy...
When I think of my life now, I feel regret towards what I did that sunny day. But you can't change the past. No matter how lonely I was.
Everyone laughed at T.J. for days, months, years even. Sometimes I think they're still laughing at him. I don't tell anyone my secrets. Ever. Might be why I'm such a headcase.
A diary is even worse than telling someone. With a diary, they have evidence. Proof. With words, it's theirs against yours. You can deny what you told them, say that they lied. People will believe you. But a diary, that's in writing.
I lost most of my friends that summer. It was the loneliest year of my life. I musta beaten up just about the whole school that year. I can't remember how many times I got suspended, a detention, or how many fights I was in. But, if someone had a black eye, or a bloody lip, it was probably my handiwork.
I still had my standards. I didn't beat the crap outta anyone unless I had a reason. And I don't beat up littler kids. Bigger kids, yeah, but no little kids. Anyways, T.J. couldn't tell anyone a deep secret of mine, because, frankly, he didn't know any. And he was my closest friend, my neighbor, a guy I almost dated.
He did get me back though. It's not like he was the Prankster Prince for nothing. But I matched him. In sixth grade, I was just the kid who you'd better not piss off, or your face would be meeting my hand. I heard the names they called me behind my back. I can't say it didn't hurt, because that would be a lie. Then again, I'm not one of those people who'd just come home and cry. And then, in seventh grade, the Great Prank War began.
T.J. started it. And I followed it up. The war was dangerous and what little friendliness there was between us disappeared completely. Each prank was another blow to my already chipped armor. It became routine. Mikey intervened and stopped the war.
He ignored reasoning with me completely, partially because, even though he was bigger and taller than me, he was still scared of me. He gave T.J. a talking to, and, well, he stopped. I personally didn't care.
Things went even more downhill from there. All the teachers seemed to think that our extreme dislike for each other was "cute". They don't realize how ugly hate is. So, naturally, we were stuck in all the same classes, sitting next to each other in every single one. The dislike grew into loathing.
And a rivalry formed. Pranks reappeared as commonplace. We'd trip each other in the halls, randomly break out into brawls. After so many suspensions and lectures, we've begun to avoid each other. Or try at least. We're still in those same classes, no matter how hard we try. Insults go back and forth when we're together.
But I can't say I hate him completely. I don't believe I ever have. For some reason, I'm more on guard around him, yet I don't know why. I won't embrace the guy, but I won't kill him either. Don't ask me why I'm so mean to him if I don't hate him. I'm madder at him than anyone else, and I want to throttle him a lot. But I don't know why. I don't know many answers to anything.
And now Vince is dating Gretchen. A wrench in my plans. Especially since I never liked that jock in the first place (okay, I know that sounds strange, especially from me, a girl who's playing every sport available and then some). Considering that I'm Gretchen's best friend and T.J.'s Vince's best buddy, well, I'm screwed.
I swear, half of the reason they're dating is to make us play nice. I can see the horror of this relationship. T.J. and I are going to be forced to coexist. But I can tell you one thing, it'll be anything but peaceful.
And, so help me, if I hear the words double date and mine and T.J.'s names mentioned with them, I'll kill both of them, best friends or not.
- Loren ;
Reviews are good, they are like food... To authors like me, heehee!
If you want more crappy rhymes, don't review. Lol...
And remember, I don't own Recess. How I wish it did... Ah, I miss my youth. School's starting soon. I'm sorry that I haven't really updated lately, actually, but my computer's been a little off lately. The poor thing.
Anyways, I've been writing a lot of this fic lately... Seriously, it's a crazy amount. I'm like having a love affair with it... lol... Anyways, I'm getting toward the end in the writing, which is weird because I dunno how I'm gonna close it off. Anyways, fun stuff ahead.
In this chapter, Spinelli kinda explains what's been happening over the past six years. Oh yeah, Mikey and Gus really aren't in this fic at all, yet, anyways. It's mostly Spinelli and T.J. revolving, actually... Surprise, surprise! Anyways, enjoy...
When I think of my life now, I feel regret towards what I did that sunny day. But you can't change the past. No matter how lonely I was.
Everyone laughed at T.J. for days, months, years even. Sometimes I think they're still laughing at him. I don't tell anyone my secrets. Ever. Might be why I'm such a headcase.
A diary is even worse than telling someone. With a diary, they have evidence. Proof. With words, it's theirs against yours. You can deny what you told them, say that they lied. People will believe you. But a diary, that's in writing.
I lost most of my friends that summer. It was the loneliest year of my life. I musta beaten up just about the whole school that year. I can't remember how many times I got suspended, a detention, or how many fights I was in. But, if someone had a black eye, or a bloody lip, it was probably my handiwork.
I still had my standards. I didn't beat the crap outta anyone unless I had a reason. And I don't beat up littler kids. Bigger kids, yeah, but no little kids. Anyways, T.J. couldn't tell anyone a deep secret of mine, because, frankly, he didn't know any. And he was my closest friend, my neighbor, a guy I almost dated.
He did get me back though. It's not like he was the Prankster Prince for nothing. But I matched him. In sixth grade, I was just the kid who you'd better not piss off, or your face would be meeting my hand. I heard the names they called me behind my back. I can't say it didn't hurt, because that would be a lie. Then again, I'm not one of those people who'd just come home and cry. And then, in seventh grade, the Great Prank War began.
T.J. started it. And I followed it up. The war was dangerous and what little friendliness there was between us disappeared completely. Each prank was another blow to my already chipped armor. It became routine. Mikey intervened and stopped the war.
He ignored reasoning with me completely, partially because, even though he was bigger and taller than me, he was still scared of me. He gave T.J. a talking to, and, well, he stopped. I personally didn't care.
Things went even more downhill from there. All the teachers seemed to think that our extreme dislike for each other was "cute". They don't realize how ugly hate is. So, naturally, we were stuck in all the same classes, sitting next to each other in every single one. The dislike grew into loathing.
And a rivalry formed. Pranks reappeared as commonplace. We'd trip each other in the halls, randomly break out into brawls. After so many suspensions and lectures, we've begun to avoid each other. Or try at least. We're still in those same classes, no matter how hard we try. Insults go back and forth when we're together.
But I can't say I hate him completely. I don't believe I ever have. For some reason, I'm more on guard around him, yet I don't know why. I won't embrace the guy, but I won't kill him either. Don't ask me why I'm so mean to him if I don't hate him. I'm madder at him than anyone else, and I want to throttle him a lot. But I don't know why. I don't know many answers to anything.
And now Vince is dating Gretchen. A wrench in my plans. Especially since I never liked that jock in the first place (okay, I know that sounds strange, especially from me, a girl who's playing every sport available and then some). Considering that I'm Gretchen's best friend and T.J.'s Vince's best buddy, well, I'm screwed.
I swear, half of the reason they're dating is to make us play nice. I can see the horror of this relationship. T.J. and I are going to be forced to coexist. But I can tell you one thing, it'll be anything but peaceful.
And, so help me, if I hear the words double date and mine and T.J.'s names mentioned with them, I'll kill both of them, best friends or not.
- Loren ;
Reviews are good, they are like food... To authors like me, heehee!
If you want more crappy rhymes, don't review. Lol...