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Team Spice, Book 1.

By Shanelle Grizzle All Rights Reserved ©

Humor / Adventure


17 year old Jay Spice is what many would consider to be a loner, and has spent a majority of his life keeping to himself and hasn't really experienced what friendship is really like. After moving to a new city and transfering into a new school, Jay finally gets something he never thought he'd ever have: friends. In addition to these newfound friends, Jay also gets something he thought he'd never get either: superpowers. After aquiring these powers, Jay and his newfound friends band together to form their very own crime fighting superhero team: Team Spice. As he begins his new journey of being a crime fighting superhero, Jay starts to learn some new things along the way. He learns more about the thoughts and feelings of other people, what friendship is really like, and he also starts to learn the true power of fear. When faced off against a supervillain, everyone on Team Spice starts to learn that there is much more to being afraid of something other than simply getting shivers down your spine.


I stare out the window of my grandmother’s car as we drive down a street in the city of Amacitia, a place I must now call home. Due to my mother’s recent passing, and my military father being stationed in a foreign country, I have to move in with my grandparents since they’re the only relatives that are able to take me in. This means leaving my old hood and moving three hours away to a new city and starting over at a new high school for my senior year. It’s no big deal, really. I didn’t really leave anything behind at my old school. No memories, no achievements, not even any close friends. I’m not really too fond of people, nor am I really a people person. I guess you could classify me as a loner. I doubt that’ll change when I get to this new school.

I feel the car slowing down as it pulls up to a large brick building.

“Here we are, sweetie. Amacitia Municipal High School.” My grandmother says to me.

I look at my new learning facility through the car window. I see the students walking up the steps and going through the doors, students standing there and having conversations on the front lawn. Oh, look. A couple rolling in the grass making out.

Yep. This is a high school, alright.

I feel a hand on my left shoulder. I turn to my grandmother and notice that she has a concerned look on her face.

“Honey, I know this may be a little hard for you. With everything that happened...” My grandma starts. “What happened to your mom, the move…”

I give my grandmother a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, grandma.”

My grandmother’s face lights up as she gives me a bright smile. “Have a good first day and try to make some friends.”

I let out a sigh as I open the car door. “If by ‘making friends’ you mean not slapping the ever living crap out of the stupid people, then sure.”

I hop out of the car and close the door. I wave goodbye as I watch my grandmother drive off. I turn and face my new school.

Well, I guess I might as well go in.

Within a few minutes after entering the building, I find myself in the guidance counselor’s office to pick up my class schedule. I approach a desk where a middle aged looking Caucasian woman sat.

“May I help you?” the lady asks me.

“My name is Jay Spice. I just transferred here. I’m here to get my schedule.” I tell her.

“Oh, yes. I was expecting you.” The lady says as she gets up from her seat.

She walks over to a large filing cabinet and opens one of the drawers. She mumbles to herself as she looks through a drawer full of folders.

“Ah! Here we are!” she says with a small smile as she pulls out a sheet of paper and walks back over to me.

“Here you go. Here is your class schedule, and your locker number and combination. If you have any questions, feel free to come and ask me.” She says with a smile. “And welcome to Amacitia High!”

“Thank you.” I say, cracking a smile before I turn and exit the office.

I look over the paper that had my schedule and my locker assignment to see which one of the lockers here belongs to me. Number 38.

I walk down the hall as I search for my locker. As I walk, I notice all the posters and signs that decorate the halls.

Campaign posters for student government elections, flyers for the next soccer home games and track meets, advertising signs for bake sales, and a lot of posters for school spirit. Never had any of that at my old school.

This place doesn’t seem so bad. That guidance counselor seems nice. Hopefully everyone else here is bearable.

As I continue my journey down the hall in search of my locker, I start seeing lockers with numbers in the 30s. My locker must be nearby. I look at the numbers to figure out which one belongs to me.

35...36…37…Ah! 38! Here we go.

I grab the dial on my locker and start to enter in the combination. The dial stops as I finish entering my combination, and I grab the handle to open up my locker.

“Huh. This place seems…” I start as I opened up my locker.

Before I can finish my sentence, the next thing I know is that there is a purple slime like substance shooting out at me and splattering all over my face and my shirt.

“…Terrible.” I finish my sentence as the urge to punch someone filled my body.

I then hear the sound of a loud, annoying laugh coming from behind me.

“Ha! We finally got him!” the owner of the laugh said as he continued to laugh that annoying laugh.

“Wow, didn’t think it’d actually work…” said another male voice.

Calm down, Jay…Don’t turn around. You may do something that’ll get you expelled on your first day.

I inhale and exhale slowly, trying to calm myself down with a few breaths. Next thing I know is that my breathing is interrupted by a rather painful slap to my back.

“We got you good, Jules!” the ass with the annoying laugh said in his loud voice.

Wait, Jules? Who’s that?

“Got me? How?” I heard a third male voice say.

I turn around to look at the owners of the three voices that came from behind me. I see a rather short and stocky, dark-skinned dude with his spine-damaging hand on my back, and I am assuming that the atrocious laugh belongs to him as well. The second person is a tall, dark-skinned guy with a shaved head and glasses, who has a nervous look on his face as he looks at the third guy, who is a tall, dark-skinned guy, also, with an athletic build, wearing a track suit.

“What’s going on here? And why’s that guy covered in goop?” the track suit guy asked, a confused look on his face.

“Jules?! But I thought…” short stuff started nervously as he slowly turned his head towards me.

I meet his eyes with, as some call it, my famous ‘glare of death’ glare. The color drains out of his face as he looks into my eyes.

“We were trying to pull a prank on you by putting a mechanism in your locker that when you open it, you’d get sprayed with purple slime. But it seems that we ended up putting it in this guy’s locker instead.” Said the boy with glasses. “Nick, are you sure you put it in locker number 39?”

“39?! I thought you said 38!” shorty said in a surprised voice.

I hear track suit boy let out a laugh. Fortunately, his laugh isn’t so annoying.

“You idiots should know by now. You two aren’t going to catch me.” Track boy said with a triumphant smile. “You can prank all you want, but you’re never going to get me.”

After his small victory speech, track boy walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, sorry about these two, man.” Track boy apologized. He puts out his hand for a handshake. “Name’s Jules by the way.”

I let out a sigh as I grab his hand and shake it. “Jay. I’m new here.”

“Ouch. Sorry if this wasn’t exactly the warm and fuzzy welcome you were expecting.” Jules said with a sympathetic look.

Nope, this feels more like a wet and sticky welcome than ‘warm and fuzzy’…

“I’d love to stay and help you clean up, but I got to get back to the track. Need to run four more laps before class starts.” Jules says, slapping my already injured back before running off. “See ya!”

I stifle a whimper as my poor back stings from the pain inflicted upon it.

“Hey, sorry about the mix up. Heh...” Nick said, laughing a nervous, yet quieter, laugh.

I respond to his apology with a glare.

As I deliver my glare to this guy, I hear footsteps approaching where the two prank-happy morons and I were.

“What’s going on here?” I hear a feminine voice say.

I, along with the other two idiots, look to see a dark-skinned girl with short, dark brown-blackish hair, with the edges of her side swept bangs dyed a blue color.

“Oh, hey, Zen.” I hear glasses boy say, greeting the girl.

I notice Nick’s eyes lighting up as he looks at the girl. Within a split second, Nick runs up to where she was standing.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Nick says in a flirtatious tone.

Oh, how cute. Someone’s trying to flirt.

The girl just rolls her eyes as she pushes Nick aside and walks past him.

Looks like someone got rejected.

The girl walks over to me and looks at my purple stained self.

“Glen, Nick? Why’s this guy covered in this purple stuff? Is this another one of your pranks?” The girl asked as she turned and looked at the two, hands on her hips.

“It’s Nick’s fault! He put the mechanism in the wrong locker!” Glen said.

“Hey! If you had just said the right number, we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Nick said in his defense, trying to pin the blame on his partner in crime.

The girl just lets out a sigh as she turns to me.

“Sorry about those two. They’re not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed.” The girl apologized.

I let out another sigh. “It’s fine.”

I see the girl reach into her bag and take out a towel, which she then hands to me.

“Here. Use this to clean up a bit.” She said as she offered me her towel. “Good thing I brought an extra towel for this morning’s swim practice.”

I give her a small smile as I take the towel. “Thanks.”

“Sorry for not introducing myself. I’m Zen.” The girl said, introducing herself. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before. What’s your name?”

“I’m Jay. I just transferred here.” I say as I wipe my face with the towel.

Ooh. Soft. I like soft. And it smells pretty.

“Oh. That explains it. Well, welcome to Amacitia High. What year are you?” Zen asks.

“I’m a senior.” I reply, managing to wipe off most of the purple mess.

“Cool. So are we.” Zen said with a bright smile.

“Since you’re new here, you should probably hang with us so we can show you the ropes!” Nick said with a big smile.

I deliver a third glare his way. “The only thing I’m ‘hanging’ is you from the flag pole if this purple shit stains my shirt.”

Nick backs away from me slowly with a scared look on his face before the sound of the school bell rings through the halls.

“Time for class. We better get going, Nick.” Glen said as he started walking away, his stumpy partner in crime following after him.

“I’ll catch you later, Jay. It was nice meeting you.” Zen says as she starts to walk away.

“Wait! Your towel!” I say to her, trying to give her back her towel.

“Hold on to it for now. Knowing those two dummies, you might need it.” Zen said with a smirk as she walked away.

I let out a sigh, because I know that she might be right. But she seems nice.

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