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A/N: YAAAAAAAAAYY! Sorry, just had to get that out…..but JEEZ! I can't believe how long it's taken me to get this out! I started this fan fic on the 26th December 2002, and here I am, just after one year later, and I'm only just putting it up- and I still haven't finished it! (Although, there is the fact that I have been writing 20 other separate Recess fan fictions at the same time…..oh, and there was school…..)

But anyways, here it (finally) is- my very first 'proper' fan fiction (which I desperately hope you like…..hint, hint…although I don't exactly know what you're expecting, so I really have no idea whether you'll like it or not.) So, without further ado- here it is…..(God I'm making a big deal of this- *smacks forehead*- "Loser! Looooser!)

"A slice of heaven, and one hell of a girl"

By goofy monkey child

Introduction: Big Mistake

THWACK!

The sound of a clenched fist forcefully striking its target filled the playground atmosphere, as a crowd of keyed-up kids roared for more.

"And don't you EVER let me catch you or your hired goons harassin' my friends AGAIN!" The infuriated bellow came from a plucky, punky-looking young girl with jet-black hair styled in unkempt pigtails, who looked about 10 years of age.

"I-I-I'm sorry….." stuttered the recipient of the punch as he scrambled backwards on the playground asphalt. The drive of the blow had knocked him to the ground, and he now rose to his knees pitifully, grasping his left cheek.

"P-P-Please don't hurt me again Spinelli- I've learnt my lesson, honest….."

The grovelling boy with curly auburn hair and a slightly hunched back put his hands up in a begging position as he cowered at the girl named Spinelli's boots.

Big mistake.

If there's one thing Spinelli hated, well actually there are a lot of things Spinelli hated, but if she could choose just one, it would be Randall Weems- the pathetic little low life stool pigeon that cringed, slightly indignantly, at her feet. And if she could choose another one thing she hated, it would be people that purposefully inflict pity on themselves.

Spinelli grabbed the neckline of his plain blue shirt and yanked him up to her height. She pulled a fist back and prepared to play 'thwack the rat' again. But, despite the anger that was filling her mind, and fists, she decided to restrain herself- after all, she could get into a lot of trouble if Miss Finster, the harsh and vigilant playground & discipline supervisor, saw her punching 'her trusted spy' in the face. And besides, he did say he was sorry.

She pushed him back onto the blacktop and looked down at him in disgust.

"You're not worth my time….." she said before walking away. There was a bit of silence and then a group of murmurings as the crowd of kids moved out back into the playground.

Spinelli walked over to five kids standing in front of a white, dome-shaped jungle gym. One of them, a somewhat chubby-faced boy with freckles, a backwards red cap, sandy-brown hair, and a bruised left eye, looked at Spinelli and said:

"You know you didn't have to do that." Spinelli looked at him and replied bluntly,

"What are you talkin' about T.J.? Of course I did. After what his thugs did to you and Vince I hadda' put him back in his place!" She looked scornfully over her shoulder to where two hefty 6th grader boys stood, talking among themselves. One of them glanced over in her direction, and she gave him a noxious death stare as she thought back to what had happened that morning…..

T.J. Detweiler had been up to his usual monkeyshines, you know- a bit of fake vomit here, a little feathering & tarring there- when 'getting back at Randall Weems' just happened to be next on T.J.'s agenda (he couldn't exactly remember what Randall had done to get on his list but hey, it was Randall- does he need a reason?). This particular morning T.J. felt in the mood for a little underwear hoisting. So, in less than 3 minutes, and with a little help from his tall and athletic Negro friend (who, at this point, did not have a dark patch of discoloration around his right eye) Vincent LaSalle, Randall's pink Beanie McChimp boxer shorts were on display for the entire school to laugh at, of which they were doing quite a good job. Randall looked over to see T.J. and Vince smiling contentedly up at their work- that's when he lost it. He was so angry, so infuriated, he felt like punching both of them wildly until all the degradation and shame went away. However, he looked down at his scrawny little body and somehow knew he'd never stand a chance. Then a thought struck him- what if he got someone to beat them up for him? He could easily blackmail any 6th grader to do it- all those 12 year olds are so self-conscious, they'd do practically anything to prevent getting a bad reputation, of which he could easily do with the right information. So during recess, Bradley and Eric (the toughest 6th graders Randall could find) dragged T.J. and Vince behind a dumpster and viciously beat them up. When they were done, the two victims stumbled back to their four other friends and told them all about what had happened. This is when Spinelli went to pay a visit to Randall and this is when the whole thing started.

As she looked hatefully at the two boys, she saw the real perpetrator march up to them and start saying something.

"What are they talking about…..?" Spinelli said distrustfully, half to herself, half to her friends.

"Well, from what I can tell," said Gretchen Grundler, the freckle-faced, intellectual redheaded girl standing next to her, as she attempted to lip-read the conversation, "Randall is saying '…..the one that hit me,'" Then he looked over at Spinelli and then back at the boys. He started to talk again and Gretchen translated: " 'get her next.'"

"WHAT!" Spinelli exploded and started stomping swiftly towards Randall with a lethal glare in her eyes. As she got nearer Randall turned around and she started to run towards him.

"YOU LITTLE JERK!" And with that, she pounced on him and started throwing punches violently.

"You little….." SMACK! "Two-bit gob of spit!" THWACK! "I let you go!" WHACK! "How could you! You're such a little-"

"What on earth is going on out here?" Spinelli's thrashing frenzy was interrupted by the craggy voice of Miss Finster, as she shoved her way though the crowd of kids which had quickly formed around the fight.

Finster gasped as she looked down at the scene that was in front of her. That is, Randall lying helplessly trembling on the ground with a severely beaten face, and Spinelli, with fists clenched, kneeling intimidatingly over him.

"He he," Spinelli chuckled uneasily, "Miss Finster, what a surprise….."

Chapter one: Unknown Intruder

"Stupid lousy stinkin'….." Spinelli mumbled to herself as she wrote repetitively on the blackboard, 'I will not maliciously attack defenceless classmates'. Just then Miss Finster walked into the room.

"What are you doing!" She asked sternly looking at the board, "I told you to write your lines on paper!"

"B-B-But I couldn't find any….." replied Spinelli slowly, immediately knowing what was coming next.….

"Stupid lousy stinkin'….." Spinelli mumbled to herself again 5 minutes later as she sat in a desk writing repetitively on a scrap piece of paper Finster gave her, 'I will not intentionally imitate Bart Simpson'.

"Hey, thrasher….." A voice came from one of the windows that faced outside the school grounds. Spinelli looked over to see a teenage boy, probably about 13 or 14 years old, climb through the open window. He was wearing a black bandanna over his cow-licked blonde hair, and he seemed to have some sort of sly attitude about him.

"Do I know you?" Spinelli asked in a tone as if to say 'No, I don't, so get lost please'.

"That's a stupid question- I'm a complete stranger that just climbed though the window of a school I've never even heard of before and you think there's a chance you know me?" he said plainly as he sat on the desk Spinelli was writing on.

"Look here wise guy," Spinelli said, starting to get annoyed with this unknown intruder, "Who are you and where do you get off callin' me 'thrasher'?"

"Sorry thrasher, I didn't introduce myself! Name's Tyson Tyzack. I was walkin' past your school when I saw you beatin' up some weird ugly kid. And I don't mean just any old beatin'- you've got a real gift there, kid! Anyway, I thought if you weren't busy you might like to come to one of our meetings this afternoon." He then pulled a business card out of his tattered plaid vest and handed it to Spinelli. She took the card and quickly read down it.

"What's the Seventh Heaven Society?" asked Spinelli, looking at the card.

"That's the name of the club." Tyson replied looking at his watch. He got up from the table and walked back over to the window. "Listen, I gotta' go." He casually climbed out the window and turned back to say, "Anyway, hope you can make it- come to the address on the card. Remember, 3:00, after school. Come alone…"

As he walked away Spinelli thought of one more thing,

"Hey Tyson- speaking of school, shouldn't you be there?"

He turned around idly and said,

"Yeah, probably….."

A/N: Remember these are just 'intro' chapters. Hope you all had a Merry Christmas! Please R&R!