...MER: Though I very well could be a Russian Skating Judge, I am not
making a profit from this story, because I do not own the characters.Ashley arrived first. A cold wind picked up and chilled her. She
wrapped her shawl tighter around her stick thin body. She tromped toward
the front steps of Third Street School. Why they had decided to have at the
Elementary School, and not the high school was a mystery to her. She yanked
open the heavy front door. She peered down the eerily lit hallway. She
cautiously stepped forward, not feeling particularly safe, and watched as
the motion sensor lights came on. She breathed a huge sigh of relief when
she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and gasped. She tumbled to the
floor, the high heels she was wearing not helping her balance. She peered
up at the person who had frightened her. "God! Think about what you are
doing!" Ashley said as she rose and wiped her skirt flat. "You don't just
go around." she gazed at the face in front of her, "scaring girls like
that." The last part barely came out. "TJ?" Her breath suddenly didn't come
so easily. He nodded, with a grin on his face that looked like it came
straight from fourth grade. She looked him over carefully, not sure what
she was looking for. br
She lightly brushed the tiny wisp of hair from in front of her face.
"Spinelli! It is so great to see you!" TJ opened his arms to embrace her.
Ashley quickly whipped around, her back to TJ, a...