I'm back! This chapter is kinda…..trippy. Like really trippy. But it's okay.

I'm breaking the fourth wall! And making a reference! I always wanted to do that and I finally get my chance. I'm not going to waste it.

I know I said that this chapter was going to come in about a week but I got bored again and started typing away (rather quickly I must say). So that translates into another update for you all. Not that you all mind.

Read on!

Reaching his room, TJ found his bed to be extremely welcoming. Letting gravity take control he plopped down on his bed and covered his head with a pillow to stop his aching headache. The headache had come earlier, but he cured it with more of the liquid he tasted. It tasted nasty at first, but that didn't stop him from having another taste, and then another. By the end of the first bottle it actually tasted good. Soon it made him feel warm, then all the colors became more vivid, and he was flying. But he came crashing back down to earth after 90 minutes with a skull crushing headache. He wanted to feel the way he did before, so those older kids gave him another bottle. Because the sun was beginning to set, they set him home and told him to take only one sip to kill the headache and to wait until he got home to drink more. They also sent him home with and extra just in case.

The walk home was single handedly the most excruciatingly painful experience of his life. Lights were blinding and burned at his eyes, honking horns threatened to make him deaf, and he lost his footing more than once (luckily he was on the sidewalk whenever he fell). Being outside had never been that painful. He had to walk slowly so he could see where he was going. After an hour he finally made his way home.

Since he was sure that the smell from the alley had rubbed off on him and his clothes he ran to his room as fast as he could so he wouldn't get caught. Now he lay in bed, and the skull crushing headache came back stronger than before ad the only cure for it was more beer. Reaching over to his backpack he pulled out the open bottle and took a large gulp of the contents inside. Almost instantly his headache was gone, and he was flying in the clouds again. Holding out his arms he saw clouds that weren't there, but they seemed real to him and he ran in circles thinking that he was flying. That didn't last long because he fell to the floor and giggled at himself. Standing back up he tried to walk across the room but tripped over his own feet while giggling. Everything was so funny, even the inanimate objects. Though there was nothing funny about the things in his room (dresser, desk, bed, and closet), through his eyes they all were making funny faces at him. So he laughed. But he soon grew tired and climbed back into his funny looking bed and closed his eyes, drifting into sleep.

~*~THE NEXT MORNING~*~

Opening his eyes TJ was greeted by the ungodly brightness of the rising sun coming from his window. He covered his eyes with his hands and forced himself out of bed and looked around for his backpack. He spotted it next to his desk and grabbed it, reaching for the brown bottle inside. With a 'pop' the top was twisted off and tossed across the room. Bringing the opening to his lips, TJ took another drink to subdue his headache. He set the bottle down on his desk and went into the bathroom to take a bath in an attempt to get the smell of beer off of him.

Twenty minutes later TJ emerged from the bathroom odor free. Instead of looking in his closet for clean clothes to wear he grabbed the cleanest smelling items on the floor and put them on. Looking at his clock he saw that he was up a little earlier than he usually would be. Instead of crawling back in bed for a little more sleep, he grabbed his bag, his bottle and headed out the door. Before school he needed to make a stop.

Ten minutes passed, and TJ found himself walking down the same alley as yesterday. last night was an indicator of how he would feel for the rest of the day and he need more of that stuff they gave him. If he had to go to school today, he was going to flying. Reaching the end of the alley he saw that the same older kids wearing the same black hoodies were there with the same dark brown glass bottles in their hands.

"Hey look," Said the person standing in the corner. "He's back."

"I was wonder if you guys had any more of that stuff," TJ slurred. "I get a headache when I don't drink it and I have to go to school."

"Dude, you're wasted," Said the one closet to him. "Of course you can have some more. Give me your bag." TJ watched as his bag was packed with six bottles before being handed back to him. "That should keep you for the rest of the day. And put these on," He handed the younger boy a pair of sunglasses. "That's to hide you bloodshot eyes. Now get out of here before someone notices!" Nodding, TJ ran back to the entrance to the alley, only stopping once he reached the sidewalk and walking his way to school.

~*~AT SCHOOL~*~

'Everything's just so great.' Sitting in class, TJ found himself smiling ear to ear for reasons that he could only understand. The words written on the chalkboards danced for him and everything seemed right in the world. Every few seconds he let out a light giggle that confused those sitting around him.

Meanwhile, the rest of the class (and school) was on high alert. Not only were they threatened yesterday, but the person who delivered those threats was giving a disturbing smile. They thought that he was up to something big, and were careful to do everything they did. Lockers were opened with fear, doors created panic, and no one dared to play with the balls out on the playground. So far, nothing happened yet but they were still cautious.

The bell signaling the first recess rang and the kids headed towards the playground a little slower than usual, though none of them were slower that TJ who was stumbling over his own feet.

~*~MEANWHILE~*~

Trying to find something to do that didn't have the risk of bodily harm was very difficult for the remaining five members of the group. Not willing to get caught in any prank that could be strategically set up around the playground they, like everyone else, took the safe path and sat on the grass.

"Wish we knew what he was going to do," Spinelli mumbled. "That way we could be have fun. Like we're supposed to be during recess."

"Maybe we could ask him," Mikey said.

"Like he would actually tell us."

"It couldn't hurt to try," He said. "Beside he was acting really weird in class today. Maybe he'll have a lapse in judgment and let it slip out. What do you guys think?"

"It beats sitting here doing nothing," Vince said. The five of the stood up and walked over the area where TJ would always be when he was waiting for his pranks to happen: the side of the school next to the trash cans. Like they predicted he was there, sitting on the ground and staring off into nothingness.

"We know that this is a long shot," Mikey began. "But do you mind telling us what you have in store for the playground?"

"I hate this school," TJ answered in a slur. "I really do. And it's not even the actual school I hate. The school is fine by itself. It's the kids *hiccup* the kids that drive me crazy. Like you guys for example," He paused to hiccup before continuing. "You guys drive me crazy. Like you Spinelli. Look, you're a girl. A GIRL, OKAY? FEMALE. No amount of fighting is going to change that. *hiccup* We can play doctor all day but you're still going to have the female anatomy. And how are you going to act tough *hiccup* act tough and wear your hair in pigtails? I never understood that. Pigtails are the most girly hairstyles there is.

"And I never could understand how Mikey could fit in the cheesebox. It doesn't *hiccup* doesn't make sense. That and how you fit in the vents. You should still be stuck in those vents Mikey. You obviously received a much higher amount of the Disney Magic than the rest of us. And Gretchen you seriously need to apply your genius towards fixing that overbite. 'nuff said. Gus, you're alright mostly. *hiccup* Just stop being such a little bitch and you'll be okay. And then there's you, Vince. You're such a *hiccup* such a stereotype. The only black guy in the group just so happens to be the most athletic. Not the smartest or cleverest but the most athletic of all things. That's kinda messed up if you think about it. It's fine if your good at sports and stuff but that doesn't mean it's not a stereotype. Nothing against you guys though *hiccup* you guys are cool for the most part."

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Spinelli yelled as she pulled him up by the collar of his shirt.

"Lemme go," He said, prying her fingers off his shirt before stumbling back. "I said I had problems with everyone *hiccup* everyone here. Like Gordy. Gordy is a hater. It's fine that the guy doesn't like me and everything, but he just had to go and be an ass and not give me a reason. If you're *hiccup* if you're going to not like someone you should have a reason. But he's a hater, and haters gonna hate. That's why he has no friends, the video game playing, loner freak.

"Then there's the Ashley's. God their so fucking annoying. Little clones. That's why Ashley A and B are gonna have babies when they're sixteen, Ashley….the blue one is going to be broke before she's fifteen, and the green one…the green one doesn't actually say *hiccup* say anything so she's probably nice so she might be okay." Pausing, he turned around and went to his backpack, pulling out a bottle and opening it with a twist. "But that's if you all survive my *hiccup* survive my pranks." Turning back towards the others he started to have another drink, unaware of their shocked expressions.

"Is that beer?" Gretchen cautiously asks him. He stopped drinking and looked at the label before answering her question.

"I guess it is," He said, giggling. "Anyways, King Bob was a dick—"

"How did you get that?" Gus asked.

"None of your business!" Before he knew it the bottle was snatched from his hand.

"Do you know what'll happen to you if Principal Prickly finds out!" Vince said, keeping the bottle out of his reach. Instead of answering he walked back over to his backpack and pulled out another bottle.

"I'm telling!" Yelled a voice. They all turned around and saw Randall peeking from around the corner before he ran off.

"You little snitch!" TJ shouted. "That's why you're dad has camel toe!" He opened the new bottle and brought his attention back to the others. "I don't see why you make Prickly out to be a bad person. He's a good guy really. *hiccup* Give the guy some slack. It's not like he's molesting us or anything. Stop your whining. He's just doing his job."

"DETWEILER!" A loud and angry voice brought their attention towards the playground. Ms. Finster was standing their blocking their way out. She looking more viscous "Is that alcohol in your hand?"

"Yes it is."

"What on earth are you doing with alcohol?" She shouted.

"Ms. Finster if I have to see your ugly face every day Ineed a drink,'' TJ tell her before bring the bottle back up to his lips. Next thing he knew he was being dragged away towards the principal's office. He dragged his feet while continue to swallow the concoction. It was pulled out of his hands just outside of the door to his destination. After a brief pause he was pulled into the office and dragged to the desk where a very frustrated looking Principal Prickly sat.

"What did he do now," Asked the principal. No words were spoken as Ms. Finster sat the bottle on his desk. "Okay. You can go now, Ms. Finster." As she left, Principal Prickly rubbed his forehead out of pure frustration. "What are you doing with beer Detweiler? Don't you know that drinking is bad for your health? Not to mention illegal for your age!"

"It's not as big deal," The younger slurred. "You're over *hiccup* overreacting, sir."

"And you're drunk," He said with a grimace. "Go lay on the couch and try to sleep it off."

"If I go to sleep I'm going to have a headache when I wake up," TJ as he made is way to the couch.

"Well that's your own fault for drinking. I thought you knew better than this."

"Apparently not," he said lying down. When he placed his head on the cushion of the mattress it only took a few breaths to fall asleep.

~*~TIME LAPSE :P~*~

"Oh God, my head…."

Curling up into a ball, TJ made an attempt to block out all light a noise that caused him pain. Why was everything brighter and louder for the sole purpose of making him miserable? He tried desperately to go back to sleep, but found out it was an impossible task. As he became aware of his surroundings see could see the curtains were down, blocking most of the light from outside. He also felt something covering him that wasn't there when he fell asleep: a jacket, rather large one that didn't belong to him. Looking it over he recognized it as the one Prickly wore. Still, all of this did not completely ease his pain.

A small amount of relief came when he felt something cold being placed on his forehead. Forcing himself to open his eyes he saw Principal Prickly holding a bag of ice on his head.

"Take this," He said. "It'll help."

"Thanks," Said TJ taking the bag. "I feel like I got hit by a truck that got hit by another truck before hitting my head—" He stopped and held his hand over his mouth as he felt the contents of his stomach coming up his throat. Looking around he saw a wastebasket next to the couch, grabbed it and threw up inside. "I feel awful…."

"It's called a hangover," Said the Principal. "If you didn't want to feel this way you shouldn't have had beer. The only way to cure it is bear through it."

"I fix it by drinking more. It always works."

"That only makes it worse! Where did you get it anyways?"

"I found it," TJ told him. "Can we talk about this later? The room is spinning and I don't know which way up."

"No, we're going to talk about this now so you can remember it," He said. "Of all the things you could be doing, it's drinking! Do you know how bad that is or your health? You're only 13 years old! I would rather have you out there terrorizing the school than doing this!"

"Okay I get it," TJ mumbled, holding the bag of ice on his forehead. "I'm gonna hear this from my parents aren't I? Have you called them yet?"

"Not yet, but I'm about to. They need to come and take you home. Any punishment they give you for this will be much harsher that anything I can give."

"I don't wanna go home," He said rolling over.

"Why not?"

"I hate it there," said TJ. "I wanna stay here."

"Nothing bad is happening at home is it?"

"Everything's fine. I just don't want go home. I like in here better."

"Well you spend more time in here than you do in class," Said the principal as he sat at his desk. "Go ahead a lay back down. School isn't over for two more hours." Sending him a smile of appreciation, TJ laid back down on the couch and fell asleep. Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, he was being woken up again.

His headache was starting to fade away, and he slept an hour long than he had expected. To his surprise Prickly offered him a ride home which he gladly accepted; he still felt a little too weak to walked his way home and even though he knew that Prickly was doing to tell his parents what he had done, the car ride was worth it.

"Principal Prickly," TJ started as he stared out the car window. "Do have any kids?"

"I had a son," The Principal said. "But there was an accident, and he's not with us anymore."

"….sorry…"

"It's okay. That was a really long time ago, and I've come to terms with it."

"Have you ever had any more kids?"

"Yeah, but…..we never got around to it. The loss still hurt. So he was our only child."

"I think you'd make a good father."

"Thanks," he said pulling up to his students house. "But I'm still telling your parents about what you did."

The two of them got out of the car and made their way to the front door. After going inside, TJ's parents came out and had a brief conversation with his principal before saying thank you and going back inside to have a very long conversation with their son.

TJ spent two hours listening to his parents tell him how disappointed they were and how much trouble he was in. He zoned in and out of the conversation due to his haze from the alcohol fading away. After the talk was done he sent to his room, now grounded until his parents felt he learned his lesson.

Now that his head was clear and he was able to think straight again he remembered what was most important; revenge on the entire playground. Pushing all the junk of his desk he grabbed a sheet of paper and began to work on the mother of all pranks.

This chapter's kind of uneventful isn't it? Don't worry, a lot more will happen next chapter.

I kept get distracted from typing his because I'm watch Hey Arnold and I haven't seen it since 2003 and it's making me so happy. 90's shows for the win!

Donna Nnov: A lot of improbable stuff happens in Recess. Like that one episode when Ms. Finster and Hank get together and when she see the playground without her there's a helicopter dropping bombs on the playground in the background. That actually made me laugh pretty hard, but still. Sorry, you have to wait until the next chapter for his 'masterpiece.'

Jasmine Ann Snape: I think I answered your question in the chapter :P Thanks for reviewing!

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