This chapter's a little different. It's set in the time that'll be used for
the next billion chapters, but it's in T.J.'s POV, which is something I
don't ever use again in the fic, so this is just about the only chance you
have to see T.J.'s emotions through his own eyes instead of Spinelli's.
Let's just say he's more lenient than Spinelli. No, seriously, he changed
from the first chapter. I should have kept him all mean. This would have
been way more entertaining then. Anyways, I use characters as back-up, a
lot actually. Like people from school, and teachers, and families... I'll
even throw in random facts if I feel like it...
Don't own Recess, as I was in what, first grade, when it came out. I was little more than a wild kindergartner then. Well, actually, I never got why the kindergartners were all so crazy. I wasn't crazy when I was a kindergartner, and I was crazy for sugar. 'Course, I read a lot, A LOT, back then. On with the show!
I never thought that Vince would wind up dating Gretchen. I mean, genius, jock, something about that doesn't add up. See, I'm not egotistical enough to think that they're doing this to make Spinelli and I friends again, frankly because that would never ever happen. Vince goes for Ashleys and cheerleaders.
It scares me when Spinelli and I are left in the same room. Mainly because about every time that happens, she winds up decking me. Man, I've had so many black eyes it's not funny. My parents really hate this whole war we've got going. Speaking of dark thoughts, I'm at school.
And here comes the bearer of bad news herself. Spinelli. Naturally, Gretchen and Vince are standing next to me. Which can mean only one of two things. Well, actually, not two things. A confrontation's going to happen. It won't be pretty, either.
One, two, three.
"Okay, Gretch, what's the big deal of callin' me here?" Spinelli snapped.
It's strange that after all of these years I still call her Spinelli. That's probably because somewhere, deep down, I still think of her as my fist-raising, ski-cap wearing, pig-tailed, threatening best friend. Okay, I was not supposed to think that. Must forget thought.
Gretchen smiles, as does Vince. Something bad is coming. A lecture, definitely a lecture. Ten bucks says that they're going to tell us to be "nice". Gretchen adjusts her thin frames on her nose and Vince wraps an arm around her shoulders.
"T.J., Spinelli, we have to lay some ground rules," Gretchen begins.
And here it comes. Great.
"Yeah, Teej. First of all, no fighting," Vince continues.
Spinelli's going to start yelling in approximately five seconds. I mean, how stupid does he think we are?
"Hey! Who says I have to listen to you?" Spinelli sneered.
Gretchen glared at her, but Spinelli shrugged. I decided to put my two cents in.
"She has a REALLY good point, guys," I replied in agreement.
Vince and Gretchen eyed me suspiciously.
"Why are you two agreeing?" They asked in tandem.
I shoot them a dirty look.
"We both don't want to be forced into things we don't want to do," I grunted.
They ignored me and continued.
"Also, you can't yell, play pranks, do anything illegal, argue, or anything else we object to. This means that you have to get along," Vince and Gretchen replied.
The first was directed at Spinelli, who responded by breaking the rule, shouting every obscenity she knew and some she didn't at our friends. Always was a rebel. The second was directed at me, which makes me wonder just who says that elementary school doesn't affect every aspect of your life? Elementary school seems to affect every fiber of mine.
Spinelli did have a good point. Why did we have to listen to them? I shrug and Spinelli decks me. I was not expecting that. So, naturally, I tackle her. And then, the principal walks right over to us. He's doing the whole scowling down at us thing again.
"Well, well, well... Ms. Spinelli, Mr. Detweiler. I don't know whether to give you detention for fighting or for this public display of affection," Prickly, who coincidentally, had been offered the job here straight out of Third Street, said, practically dancing with glee.
This reply, of course, made us jump off the floor in a millisecond.
"Affection? Sheesh, have you been smokin' pot or something?" Spinelli retorted, annoyed.
Prickly glared up at her.
"Okay, so now you're on your way to insubordination and drug references, young lady," Prickly scowled.
I sighed and grabbed her arm. Vince and Gretchen were glaring at us. I had to get her out of this mess before I got a suspension too.
"Come on, Spinelli. You don't want another suspension," I replied, dragging her off.
She looked up from where my hand was on her arm up to my eyes, glaring all the time. She jerked from my grasp, backhanded me one in the cheek and left. I winced and put a hand to my bruising cheek, while Spinelli raced to class.
I will never understand her.
- Loren ;
Reviews are yummy... They taste good in my tummy... Let's play rummy!
Ugh, I'm so frickin' sick of political ads. Aren't you? There's a load of primaries tomorrow, and I'm getting sick of all the mudslinging and our dramaqueen mayor... And something that really annoys me is that they aren't running any presidential ads, which are the really important ones. I mean, I can't even blink without seeing an ad for governor, congressperson, or one about these stupid amendments and how the bums are wasting our money. Anyways, you might wind up with another chapter, wheeha!
I wasn't kidding about the bad rhymes. Seriously. I might even have to go on a rant. There are just some topics you don't want to get me started on. Really.
Don't own Recess, as I was in what, first grade, when it came out. I was little more than a wild kindergartner then. Well, actually, I never got why the kindergartners were all so crazy. I wasn't crazy when I was a kindergartner, and I was crazy for sugar. 'Course, I read a lot, A LOT, back then. On with the show!
I never thought that Vince would wind up dating Gretchen. I mean, genius, jock, something about that doesn't add up. See, I'm not egotistical enough to think that they're doing this to make Spinelli and I friends again, frankly because that would never ever happen. Vince goes for Ashleys and cheerleaders.
It scares me when Spinelli and I are left in the same room. Mainly because about every time that happens, she winds up decking me. Man, I've had so many black eyes it's not funny. My parents really hate this whole war we've got going. Speaking of dark thoughts, I'm at school.
And here comes the bearer of bad news herself. Spinelli. Naturally, Gretchen and Vince are standing next to me. Which can mean only one of two things. Well, actually, not two things. A confrontation's going to happen. It won't be pretty, either.
One, two, three.
"Okay, Gretch, what's the big deal of callin' me here?" Spinelli snapped.
It's strange that after all of these years I still call her Spinelli. That's probably because somewhere, deep down, I still think of her as my fist-raising, ski-cap wearing, pig-tailed, threatening best friend. Okay, I was not supposed to think that. Must forget thought.
Gretchen smiles, as does Vince. Something bad is coming. A lecture, definitely a lecture. Ten bucks says that they're going to tell us to be "nice". Gretchen adjusts her thin frames on her nose and Vince wraps an arm around her shoulders.
"T.J., Spinelli, we have to lay some ground rules," Gretchen begins.
And here it comes. Great.
"Yeah, Teej. First of all, no fighting," Vince continues.
Spinelli's going to start yelling in approximately five seconds. I mean, how stupid does he think we are?
"Hey! Who says I have to listen to you?" Spinelli sneered.
Gretchen glared at her, but Spinelli shrugged. I decided to put my two cents in.
"She has a REALLY good point, guys," I replied in agreement.
Vince and Gretchen eyed me suspiciously.
"Why are you two agreeing?" They asked in tandem.
I shoot them a dirty look.
"We both don't want to be forced into things we don't want to do," I grunted.
They ignored me and continued.
"Also, you can't yell, play pranks, do anything illegal, argue, or anything else we object to. This means that you have to get along," Vince and Gretchen replied.
The first was directed at Spinelli, who responded by breaking the rule, shouting every obscenity she knew and some she didn't at our friends. Always was a rebel. The second was directed at me, which makes me wonder just who says that elementary school doesn't affect every aspect of your life? Elementary school seems to affect every fiber of mine.
Spinelli did have a good point. Why did we have to listen to them? I shrug and Spinelli decks me. I was not expecting that. So, naturally, I tackle her. And then, the principal walks right over to us. He's doing the whole scowling down at us thing again.
"Well, well, well... Ms. Spinelli, Mr. Detweiler. I don't know whether to give you detention for fighting or for this public display of affection," Prickly, who coincidentally, had been offered the job here straight out of Third Street, said, practically dancing with glee.
This reply, of course, made us jump off the floor in a millisecond.
"Affection? Sheesh, have you been smokin' pot or something?" Spinelli retorted, annoyed.
Prickly glared up at her.
"Okay, so now you're on your way to insubordination and drug references, young lady," Prickly scowled.
I sighed and grabbed her arm. Vince and Gretchen were glaring at us. I had to get her out of this mess before I got a suspension too.
"Come on, Spinelli. You don't want another suspension," I replied, dragging her off.
She looked up from where my hand was on her arm up to my eyes, glaring all the time. She jerked from my grasp, backhanded me one in the cheek and left. I winced and put a hand to my bruising cheek, while Spinelli raced to class.
I will never understand her.
- Loren ;
Reviews are yummy... They taste good in my tummy... Let's play rummy!
Ugh, I'm so frickin' sick of political ads. Aren't you? There's a load of primaries tomorrow, and I'm getting sick of all the mudslinging and our dramaqueen mayor... And something that really annoys me is that they aren't running any presidential ads, which are the really important ones. I mean, I can't even blink without seeing an ad for governor, congressperson, or one about these stupid amendments and how the bums are wasting our money. Anyways, you might wind up with another chapter, wheeha!
I wasn't kidding about the bad rhymes. Seriously. I might even have to go on a rant. There are just some topics you don't want to get me started on. Really.