Disclaimer: Legolas, oh, Legolas. Where art thou Legolas? Not here by me, that's for sure! Darn...looks like I don't own him. Or anything else Lord of the Rings related for that matter. Oh, the humanity of it all!
A/N: Forgive me for making some mistakes in here. I've revised and rewritten it a bit to make it...more interesting, shall we say? Thear shood bee liss mistookes. Luv mie speleen?
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It was 9:20, the first day of school, and first block was nearly over. Mr. Thister sat at his desk, watching the students like hawks. The room was nearly silent. The only noises in that grey and dreary classroom were the sounds of the pencils scribbling away, and the sound of the clock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Yes, all was as it should be for a senior class. Then, out of the blue(or rather grey) a strange sound came forth. Was it...humming? Mr. Thister shot his head toward the direction of the sound. There in the corner of the room, in her own little world, sat Rachel Denisse. She was humming the Darth Vader song.
The teacher cleared his throat. The girl made no sign of noticing. He cleared his throat again, but louder this time. Still there was no end to her humming. All of her classmates turned around and looked at her. They had to bite their lip to keep from laughing.
Finally, a girl that sat beside Rachel poked with her pencil. She shot the one who poked her a hostile glare, then realized everyone was staring at her. She gave a nervous laugh and smiled widely at the teacher.
"No hablo ingles." She said with her best Spanish accent, hoping he'd fall for the 'I don't speak English' act. Luckily for her he did. He smiled and replied: "Si, comprendo." Rachel let out a small sigh of relief and went back to her doodling.
Twenty minutes later, the bell rang and the class pushed their way past each other, eager to get away from the monotonous voice of the teacher. On the way out, Mr. Thister said something to Rachel in Spanish that she didn't understand. She simply kept smiling and nodding, saying "Ah si, si." over and over again. Pretty soon she could no longer take it and just bolted out the door.
Just as soon as she thought she was safe, someone pulled her sleeve over towards them. After nearly tripping, she looked over at the girl who had a grin on her face.
"I can't believe you broke the sacred silence."
"I can't believe Mr. Thister fell for the foreign act!"
"You would have gotten in far worse trouble if I hadn't brought you back to reality."
"Yeah, yeah! No need to rub it in, Illora..." Her voice trailed off as a pizza guy came walking past her. Her stomach growled as the smell of cheesy goodnes entered her nose, all the while teasing her stomach. Her wide eyes followed the back of the pizza guy.
"Rachel, No!" Illora said, after following her gaze.
"But it smells so good, and I didn't eat any breakfast!"
"NO!" She said sternly. "Now come on, before you get yourself into trouble." She tugged on Rachel's sleeve, but the girl wouldn't budge.
"Help me jump him and steal the pizza! We can split the spoils!"
"I said no. Don't give me that look. I'm only doing this for your own good." She said, pushing Rachel down the hall.
"But I'm hungry!"
"Don't you have first lunch?"
"Yeah, but I'm hungry NOW! I can't wait an hour and a half!!!"
"Looks like you'll have to. The pizza guy already went into the teacher's lounge."
"We shall see..."
Two hours later, first lunch was over and second lunch had now just started. Inside the cafeteria, hungry students bustled to the tables and the lunch lines.
Two girls sat down together.
"Is Illora here today?" One asked the other.
"As far as I know she is."
"I hear we have a new Spanish exchange student.
"Nope." A new voice came into the conversation.
"Oh, hi Illora! So it's just a rumour?" Illora laughed as she sat down by the one with blonde hair.
"The 'new student' is Rachel. Sillia, you most of all shouldn't be surprised." She said as she saw the astonished looks on her friends faces. "Especially you, Delilah." She told the girl with dark hair.
"The 'No hablo ingles' thing again?" Sillia asked.
"Yep."
"She can't keep doing that. Mr. Thister is fluent in Spanish." Delilah retorted.
"When her Spanish runs out she'll probably use Japanese."
"Most likely."
"Oh! I just forgot! I made you guys some of those lemon poppy seed thingy majigs."
"Muffins?"
"Yeah! I put them in my locker so they wouldn't get squished in my backpack." The two girls looked at Sillia excitedly.
"Why didn't you say something! Come on." Delilah immediately got up, deciding to leave her backpack at their table. Illora and Sillia followed Delilah to Sillia's locker on the fourth floor.
"Can I go get a drink?" Rachel asked her teacher.
"Why didn't you do that before you came to class?"
"But I wasn't thirsty then!" She whined. Her teacher shook his head. "That's it! I'm going to see my assisstant principal! Trying to dehydrate the students."
"Fine, fine!" He yelled, more or less annoyed. She turned around and gave a satisfied smile as she walked out the door.
She was over the water fountain when she saw a precarious sight out of the corner of her eye. A man came down the stairs with a silver metal looking briefcase or suitcase type of thing in one hand. She quickly ducked behind the fountain as he looked both ways to make sure there was a no one around. (He looks kind've nervous. I bet he has the munchies!) She nearly laughed at her own joke. (Well, he has on a school issued i.d. tag, so he must be a teacher or something rather. Or maybe a student. Or maybe he stole it!) She thought. (But there's no harm in stalking him to make sure.) She smiled as she watched him unlock an empty classroom and go in it. She followed.
"Where's she going?" Delilah asked, as she saw Rachel walk, or rather sneak, into a classroom. "Doesn't she have geology or biology right now?"
"One of those 'ologies'." Illora replied, watching her friend slip into the room.
"That's what I thought." Sillia answered.
"She's going to get herself into trouble. We might as well follow just to make sure she won't do any harm." Illora suggested. The three did just that. They walked to the door their friend had gone in and carefully opened it, as if it might set off a bomb of some sort. They gasped at the sight that met their eyes.
Rachel had gotten into the room without the man noticing, suprisingly enough. She hid behind a couple of boxes and watched. He unlocked the briefcase, opening it on the floor. A blue light emerged from it. The man began chanting in a language unlike anything she'd ever heard. A slight hum set forth from the briefcase. She looked up as she heard the door open and then close. She saw her three best friends enter as a whirlwind type of thing went spinning silently around the room, sucking the five of them into the the now growing blue light. A horrified look spread across the man's fair face as he realized he now had an audience, that was coming with him into the light.
"NO!" He yelled miserably. Too late.
A/N: Forgive me for making some mistakes in here. I've revised and rewritten it a bit to make it...more interesting, shall we say? Thear shood bee liss mistookes. Luv mie speleen?
~*~*~
It was 9:20, the first day of school, and first block was nearly over. Mr. Thister sat at his desk, watching the students like hawks. The room was nearly silent. The only noises in that grey and dreary classroom were the sounds of the pencils scribbling away, and the sound of the clock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Yes, all was as it should be for a senior class. Then, out of the blue(or rather grey) a strange sound came forth. Was it...humming? Mr. Thister shot his head toward the direction of the sound. There in the corner of the room, in her own little world, sat Rachel Denisse. She was humming the Darth Vader song.
The teacher cleared his throat. The girl made no sign of noticing. He cleared his throat again, but louder this time. Still there was no end to her humming. All of her classmates turned around and looked at her. They had to bite their lip to keep from laughing.
Finally, a girl that sat beside Rachel poked with her pencil. She shot the one who poked her a hostile glare, then realized everyone was staring at her. She gave a nervous laugh and smiled widely at the teacher.
"No hablo ingles." She said with her best Spanish accent, hoping he'd fall for the 'I don't speak English' act. Luckily for her he did. He smiled and replied: "Si, comprendo." Rachel let out a small sigh of relief and went back to her doodling.
Twenty minutes later, the bell rang and the class pushed their way past each other, eager to get away from the monotonous voice of the teacher. On the way out, Mr. Thister said something to Rachel in Spanish that she didn't understand. She simply kept smiling and nodding, saying "Ah si, si." over and over again. Pretty soon she could no longer take it and just bolted out the door.
Just as soon as she thought she was safe, someone pulled her sleeve over towards them. After nearly tripping, she looked over at the girl who had a grin on her face.
"I can't believe you broke the sacred silence."
"I can't believe Mr. Thister fell for the foreign act!"
"You would have gotten in far worse trouble if I hadn't brought you back to reality."
"Yeah, yeah! No need to rub it in, Illora..." Her voice trailed off as a pizza guy came walking past her. Her stomach growled as the smell of cheesy goodnes entered her nose, all the while teasing her stomach. Her wide eyes followed the back of the pizza guy.
"Rachel, No!" Illora said, after following her gaze.
"But it smells so good, and I didn't eat any breakfast!"
"NO!" She said sternly. "Now come on, before you get yourself into trouble." She tugged on Rachel's sleeve, but the girl wouldn't budge.
"Help me jump him and steal the pizza! We can split the spoils!"
"I said no. Don't give me that look. I'm only doing this for your own good." She said, pushing Rachel down the hall.
"But I'm hungry!"
"Don't you have first lunch?"
"Yeah, but I'm hungry NOW! I can't wait an hour and a half!!!"
"Looks like you'll have to. The pizza guy already went into the teacher's lounge."
"We shall see..."
Two hours later, first lunch was over and second lunch had now just started. Inside the cafeteria, hungry students bustled to the tables and the lunch lines.
Two girls sat down together.
"Is Illora here today?" One asked the other.
"As far as I know she is."
"I hear we have a new Spanish exchange student.
"Nope." A new voice came into the conversation.
"Oh, hi Illora! So it's just a rumour?" Illora laughed as she sat down by the one with blonde hair.
"The 'new student' is Rachel. Sillia, you most of all shouldn't be surprised." She said as she saw the astonished looks on her friends faces. "Especially you, Delilah." She told the girl with dark hair.
"The 'No hablo ingles' thing again?" Sillia asked.
"Yep."
"She can't keep doing that. Mr. Thister is fluent in Spanish." Delilah retorted.
"When her Spanish runs out she'll probably use Japanese."
"Most likely."
"Oh! I just forgot! I made you guys some of those lemon poppy seed thingy majigs."
"Muffins?"
"Yeah! I put them in my locker so they wouldn't get squished in my backpack." The two girls looked at Sillia excitedly.
"Why didn't you say something! Come on." Delilah immediately got up, deciding to leave her backpack at their table. Illora and Sillia followed Delilah to Sillia's locker on the fourth floor.
"Can I go get a drink?" Rachel asked her teacher.
"Why didn't you do that before you came to class?"
"But I wasn't thirsty then!" She whined. Her teacher shook his head. "That's it! I'm going to see my assisstant principal! Trying to dehydrate the students."
"Fine, fine!" He yelled, more or less annoyed. She turned around and gave a satisfied smile as she walked out the door.
She was over the water fountain when she saw a precarious sight out of the corner of her eye. A man came down the stairs with a silver metal looking briefcase or suitcase type of thing in one hand. She quickly ducked behind the fountain as he looked both ways to make sure there was a no one around. (He looks kind've nervous. I bet he has the munchies!) She nearly laughed at her own joke. (Well, he has on a school issued i.d. tag, so he must be a teacher or something rather. Or maybe a student. Or maybe he stole it!) She thought. (But there's no harm in stalking him to make sure.) She smiled as she watched him unlock an empty classroom and go in it. She followed.
"Where's she going?" Delilah asked, as she saw Rachel walk, or rather sneak, into a classroom. "Doesn't she have geology or biology right now?"
"One of those 'ologies'." Illora replied, watching her friend slip into the room.
"That's what I thought." Sillia answered.
"She's going to get herself into trouble. We might as well follow just to make sure she won't do any harm." Illora suggested. The three did just that. They walked to the door their friend had gone in and carefully opened it, as if it might set off a bomb of some sort. They gasped at the sight that met their eyes.
Rachel had gotten into the room without the man noticing, suprisingly enough. She hid behind a couple of boxes and watched. He unlocked the briefcase, opening it on the floor. A blue light emerged from it. The man began chanting in a language unlike anything she'd ever heard. A slight hum set forth from the briefcase. She looked up as she heard the door open and then close. She saw her three best friends enter as a whirlwind type of thing went spinning silently around the room, sucking the five of them into the the now growing blue light. A horrified look spread across the man's fair face as he realized he now had an audience, that was coming with him into the light.
"NO!" He yelled miserably. Too late.
