I dodge a paper aeroplane, turn the page of my book and sigh deeply. Having an eighty minute long physics lesson the last thing on a Friday is certainly not what I would call fun. Only twenty minutes in and already my classmates are causing havoc. I've lost count of the amount of objects that have been thrown at me. I had been trying to hold a conversation with my friend Lee, but another boy, Callum, was getting annoyed with him for not helping with the experiment.

Callum is one of those strange boys who no-one seems to really like but is allowed to tag around after certain groups of people if he remembers to not be too weird. He's found me highly annoying for a long time, and the feeling has been reciprocated for just as long. Lee and I have made it our goal to annoy him as much as possible. So far, it's working, and I think that it's all down to my mischievous nature. Today, I have managed to attach a 'kick me' sign to the back of his blazer, hide a part of his experiment and then hide the three replacements that he was given by the teacher, and skilfully throw a paper aeroplane so that it hit him right between the eyes. My behaviour is childish, I know, but I've tried being mature, and quite frankly, It's not all It's cracked up to be. So I gave in to my cheeky inner self and am now described as being a class clown by both teachers and classmates.

A girl sitting at the front of the room laughs at a joke her friend is telling her. I roll my eyes. Her name's Melissa, and I dislike her even more than Callum. She has this curly hair, which she says is natural, but quite obviously isn't. Her make up makes her look so fake that even Barbie couldn't stomach her, but it does nothing for her facial beauty. I've heard boys talking about her on more than one occasion, and one even said 'she has a weird ass face.' I can't help but giggle thinking about it, and she turns round with a look of disgust. She constantly has this angry, snobbish, 'I'm better than you at everything' expression, when in truth all she can really do is bend her body into creepy positions, kick people and stick her abnormally large chest in boys' faces. She's one of those girly girls, belonging to the evil cult of pink and glitter which I have sworn never to join. I shudder at the thought of dresses or high heels or make up. I'd much prefer to wear combat boots, leggings and a forest green jacket.

I look down at my book again. The teacher, Mr Langley, is playing solitaire on the computer at the front of the classroom. If he doesn't notice the objects flying past every ten seconds, he's unlikely to notice a girl sitting at the back of the classroom reading. It's The Fellowship of the Ring, one of my favourite books of all time. I've just got to the part where the Council of Elrond is gathering when the bell rings. Already? It can't be four o'clock yet. I don't look up from my book immediately, because I think the system must be malfunctioning, but then it strikes me. That's not the school bell. It sounds more like one of those old lighthouse bells or something. Looking up, I notice nothing strange. The clock reads ten to three. The others are working on their electric circuits (if you can call what this rabble is doing working) and Mr Langley is still focused on the computer screen.

'What was that?' I ask Lee as he passes by the end of my desk.

'What was what?'

'That bell.'

'I didn't hear anything' he replied, approaching my table and picking up some scissors. 'Mind if I borrow these?'

'Sure.'

I look out the window, confused. The rain is lashing against the glass, and the forest on the hill in the distance is alive with bending trees. I turn my attention back to my book and gasp. The pages are gone. Nothing is written beyond the sentence I have just read. Nothing at all. I instinctively turn and say 'Callum, what have you done to my book?'

'What? I didn't touch your stupid book.'

'Well how come the pages are missing, then?'

'I don't know or care.'

'Look, Callum, this book is special to me. It's my mum's old copy. And if you've done anything to it I swear I'm going to shoot you!'

'Shoot me? With what? Your paper aeroplanes?'

'No, with my bow, I have my own, you know, and so if I find out-'

CLANG, GLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

'What the hell was that?' Callum asks, almost dropping his pen.

'You heard it too?'

'Of course I did. It was so loud I bet even Mr Langley heard it. And he's deaf as they come.'

I look over at Mr Langley. Only, he's not there anymore. Or rather, I'm not there anymore. Looking around me, I come to a conclusion. I know it's impossible, but I think I'm in Rivendell. And Callum and Melissa are here too. Oh, no...