Title: Making (and Destroying) the Girl
Author(s): KDWILD / Lily~Rose
Rating: PG
Show: Recess
Categ: Romance/Humor
Spoilers: "First Name Ashley", "The Experiment"
Summary: Lawson dares Spinelli on a full-moon Friday the 13th to go to a cemetery and stand on a grave of Thaddeus T. Third the Third at midnight. The effects are strange - very strange indeed.
A/N: Please be gentle… This is Lily~Rose's first attempt at writing Recess fanfiction… Flames are accepted, however! I've already given Lily her flame-catcher and fire-proof outfit! FIRE AWAY!!! R, R, and Enjoy! Also, we hope nobody minds that we pulled out our makeup kits!!!
***This takes place BEFORE the movie, which neither of us have seen enough.***
This fanfiction is the work of the hyperactive mind of KD Wild. Reading it may cause serious brain damage or heart failure. If you are not older than Mikey Blumberg, smarter than Gretchen Grundler, or tougher than Ashley Spinelli, it is suggestable that you consult your doctor before proceeding to read this fanfiction. You have been warned. © KD Wild, 2001.
CHaPTeR oNe - THe DaRe
Third Street Elementary, ten a.m. recess
"Hey, Detweiner!"
Even on a Friday morning, T.J. Detweiler had no peace from his worst enemy, Irwin Lawson. T.J. groaned, rolled his eyes, and turned to face the tall, red-haired, big-mouthed fifth-grader. Lawson was wearing that snotty grin that always made T.J. feel like having Ashley Spinelli bash his face in, knowing T.J. himself couldn't do it.
"What, at the moment, do you want, Lawson?" Gretchen Grundler asked irritably, also tired of dealing with the boistrous boy.
"Was I talking to you, Bucky?" Lawson snapped back. Gretchen looked appalled.
"Spinelli," she whispered to Ashley Spinelli, "would you be so kind and hurt him? Badly."
"Later," Spinelli grinned. "When he's asleep or Finster's not around. Whenever." Lawson stuck his tongue out at Spinelli. She scowled back, balling her fists and raising her eyebrows. Lawson took a step back and turned his attention on T.J.
"You know what today is, don't you, Detweiler?" Lawson inquired.
"It's Friday, Lawson. The beginning of a weekend without you around," T.J. bit.
"Ooh, it really hurts, Detweiler," Lawson whined dramatically, clasping his chest. "Yeah, it's Friday, but not just any Friday."
"Enlighten us," Gretchen challenged.
"Well, Miss Know-It-All, I would have thought you would know what today is," Lawson returned. Gretchen pursed her lips. "It's a full-moon Friday the Thirteenth."
"So?" Spinelli asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. The gang seemed to share her feeling on the subject - none of them seemed to care.
"So - that's when all the ghosts and goblins come out to suck the little fourth graders' brains! Suck 'em dry!" Lawson cackled.
"R-really?" Gus Griswold stammered nervously, shooting a sideways glance at T.J.
"No, not really. That's just a load of whooey," Spinelli replied angrily.
"Okay, well maybe that is, Spinelli," Lawson corrected himself, "but I know something that isn't a load of whooey."
"Like what?" T.J. pressed.
"My big sister told me," Lawson announced proudly. "She's in high school and drives a car!"
"So does mine. So what?" T.J. retorted.
"So - she says that if you stand on the grave of Thaddeus T. Third the Third at midnight, his ghost will come out and suck you dry," Lawson explained.
"That's even more whooey than before," Spinelli muttered, shaking her head.
"Maybe you won't think it's whooey if I dare one of you to do it?" Lawson challenged. Gus and Mikey Blumberg gulped. "How about you, Detweiler?" T.J. narrowed his eyes.
"That's just a stupid superstition," T.J. replied.
Lawson pretended to think. "Naw, I don't think you're right for the job anyway, Detweiler. After all, you don't really have anything for Thaddeus T. Third the Third to suck dry." Lawson sent out his evil cackle again.
"How about you do it, Lawson?" Spinelli challenged, slightly irked by Lawson's comment on T.J.
"What do I look like… dumb?" Lawson replied.
"Yes," Spinelli muttered.
"How about you do it, Little Miss Ashley, our tough little girl?" Lawson laughed.
"Don't you know," Spinelli replied, relatively calmly although her slow burn was speeding up, "that if you play with fire, you're going to get burned?" With that, she tackled him and pounded him mercilessly with both of her fists.
"C'mon, Spinelli, knock it off," T.J. commanded, ripping the angry girl away from the now-terrified fifth-grader.
"Sorry, Teej, but that's a double offense - using my first name and calling me a girl?!" Spinelli lunged at Lawson again, but T.J. held her back by her jacket.
"How about," T.J. replied through gritted teeth, "you take his stupid dare and prove to him and the whole world that his superstition is just that - a stupid-stition." Spinelli looked at her friend as though he'd flipped his lid.
"What do I look like… Lawson?" Spinelli mocked Lawson, who was dusting himself off.
"I don't think so, Spinelli," Mikey put in, obviously missing the sarcasm and attemping to make Spinelli feel better by visually comparing her to Lawson.
"Shut up, Mikey," Spinelli barked, turning back to T.J.
"C'mon, Spinelli," Vince La Salle spoke up. "You're not… scared, are you?" To Spinell, it came as a challenge. She narrowed her eyebrows.
"No way in hell," she shot back, turning to Lawson. "You're on. I'll stand on the damn grave." Lawson raised his eyebrows.
"You got yourself a deal, Shrimp-nelli. You be there at the Third Street Cemetery tonight, midnight, and we'll see if you're a chicken or not."
"NOT!" Spinelli yelled after him. "I"LL BE THERE!" She turned to her friends. "You guys gonna watch?" The gang exchanged a five-way glance.
"Well…" T.J. said slowly. "Are we ever!"
Author(s): KDWILD / Lily~Rose
Rating: PG
Show: Recess
Categ: Romance/Humor
Spoilers: "First Name Ashley", "The Experiment"
Summary: Lawson dares Spinelli on a full-moon Friday the 13th to go to a cemetery and stand on a grave of Thaddeus T. Third the Third at midnight. The effects are strange - very strange indeed.
A/N: Please be gentle… This is Lily~Rose's first attempt at writing Recess fanfiction… Flames are accepted, however! I've already given Lily her flame-catcher and fire-proof outfit! FIRE AWAY!!! R, R, and Enjoy! Also, we hope nobody minds that we pulled out our makeup kits!!!
***This takes place BEFORE the movie, which neither of us have seen enough.***
This fanfiction is the work of the hyperactive mind of KD Wild. Reading it may cause serious brain damage or heart failure. If you are not older than Mikey Blumberg, smarter than Gretchen Grundler, or tougher than Ashley Spinelli, it is suggestable that you consult your doctor before proceeding to read this fanfiction. You have been warned. © KD Wild, 2001.
CHaPTeR oNe - THe DaRe
Third Street Elementary, ten a.m. recess
"Hey, Detweiner!"
Even on a Friday morning, T.J. Detweiler had no peace from his worst enemy, Irwin Lawson. T.J. groaned, rolled his eyes, and turned to face the tall, red-haired, big-mouthed fifth-grader. Lawson was wearing that snotty grin that always made T.J. feel like having Ashley Spinelli bash his face in, knowing T.J. himself couldn't do it.
"What, at the moment, do you want, Lawson?" Gretchen Grundler asked irritably, also tired of dealing with the boistrous boy.
"Was I talking to you, Bucky?" Lawson snapped back. Gretchen looked appalled.
"Spinelli," she whispered to Ashley Spinelli, "would you be so kind and hurt him? Badly."
"Later," Spinelli grinned. "When he's asleep or Finster's not around. Whenever." Lawson stuck his tongue out at Spinelli. She scowled back, balling her fists and raising her eyebrows. Lawson took a step back and turned his attention on T.J.
"You know what today is, don't you, Detweiler?" Lawson inquired.
"It's Friday, Lawson. The beginning of a weekend without you around," T.J. bit.
"Ooh, it really hurts, Detweiler," Lawson whined dramatically, clasping his chest. "Yeah, it's Friday, but not just any Friday."
"Enlighten us," Gretchen challenged.
"Well, Miss Know-It-All, I would have thought you would know what today is," Lawson returned. Gretchen pursed her lips. "It's a full-moon Friday the Thirteenth."
"So?" Spinelli asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. The gang seemed to share her feeling on the subject - none of them seemed to care.
"So - that's when all the ghosts and goblins come out to suck the little fourth graders' brains! Suck 'em dry!" Lawson cackled.
"R-really?" Gus Griswold stammered nervously, shooting a sideways glance at T.J.
"No, not really. That's just a load of whooey," Spinelli replied angrily.
"Okay, well maybe that is, Spinelli," Lawson corrected himself, "but I know something that isn't a load of whooey."
"Like what?" T.J. pressed.
"My big sister told me," Lawson announced proudly. "She's in high school and drives a car!"
"So does mine. So what?" T.J. retorted.
"So - she says that if you stand on the grave of Thaddeus T. Third the Third at midnight, his ghost will come out and suck you dry," Lawson explained.
"That's even more whooey than before," Spinelli muttered, shaking her head.
"Maybe you won't think it's whooey if I dare one of you to do it?" Lawson challenged. Gus and Mikey Blumberg gulped. "How about you, Detweiler?" T.J. narrowed his eyes.
"That's just a stupid superstition," T.J. replied.
Lawson pretended to think. "Naw, I don't think you're right for the job anyway, Detweiler. After all, you don't really have anything for Thaddeus T. Third the Third to suck dry." Lawson sent out his evil cackle again.
"How about you do it, Lawson?" Spinelli challenged, slightly irked by Lawson's comment on T.J.
"What do I look like… dumb?" Lawson replied.
"Yes," Spinelli muttered.
"How about you do it, Little Miss Ashley, our tough little girl?" Lawson laughed.
"Don't you know," Spinelli replied, relatively calmly although her slow burn was speeding up, "that if you play with fire, you're going to get burned?" With that, she tackled him and pounded him mercilessly with both of her fists.
"C'mon, Spinelli, knock it off," T.J. commanded, ripping the angry girl away from the now-terrified fifth-grader.
"Sorry, Teej, but that's a double offense - using my first name and calling me a girl?!" Spinelli lunged at Lawson again, but T.J. held her back by her jacket.
"How about," T.J. replied through gritted teeth, "you take his stupid dare and prove to him and the whole world that his superstition is just that - a stupid-stition." Spinelli looked at her friend as though he'd flipped his lid.
"What do I look like… Lawson?" Spinelli mocked Lawson, who was dusting himself off.
"I don't think so, Spinelli," Mikey put in, obviously missing the sarcasm and attemping to make Spinelli feel better by visually comparing her to Lawson.
"Shut up, Mikey," Spinelli barked, turning back to T.J.
"C'mon, Spinelli," Vince La Salle spoke up. "You're not… scared, are you?" To Spinell, it came as a challenge. She narrowed her eyebrows.
"No way in hell," she shot back, turning to Lawson. "You're on. I'll stand on the damn grave." Lawson raised his eyebrows.
"You got yourself a deal, Shrimp-nelli. You be there at the Third Street Cemetery tonight, midnight, and we'll see if you're a chicken or not."
"NOT!" Spinelli yelled after him. "I"LL BE THERE!" She turned to her friends. "You guys gonna watch?" The gang exchanged a five-way glance.
"Well…" T.J. said slowly. "Are we ever!"