Deep
By Sistine Chapel
**Hey Everybody! It is I, Sistine Chapel and I am here to write my first LOTR fanfic. And of course, it is about a girl who ends up in middle earth. (Do I look like I can come up with something original, no …Wait; you can't see me, never mind!) But there is something different about this girl, she is not white and is not a Mary Sue (at least I hope so). Not that I have anything against white people, it just that well, I thought it would be cool to throw in somebody who looked different from everyone else. Ok, so please read and review, maybe if you feel like it. (See, I am not forcing you to review! Just read for pleasure, man) Oh, and I don't own Lord of the Rings … at all, so now for our feature presentation.
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To describe Deep Nandita, would be like to doing Quantum Physics. She was everything all rolled into one. Confused? Well let's start with her appearance. She was an American Indian (Indian as in India) 17-year old girl with a height of 5 foot 4. With being Indian, she got the pack of black silk hair and big dark brown eyes and light brown skin. That's the easy part; the funny part is that she has small arms and torso, but a muscular, yet fatty thighs and stomach. She would joke about her appearance and call herself a kangaroo with burnt toast colored eyes.
Her personality was worse. She was shy, but blunt. She was strong, but weak. She would have creative brilliant outbursts at school, but sometimes her blonde roots kicked in. She was a graceful dancer, yet she tripped down the stairs… a lot. She had strict morals, but loved to laugh. She could be like a wise old woman, but times she would be impatience like a little child. Confused yet? Well to sum things up, she contradicted herself a lot. It was like that song "I am *itch, I am a lover…" was written just for her.
One day, Deep was coming home from school. Today had been a good day for Deep. She got an A on her math test and she got inducted into National Honor Society. Deep was walking home and humming a little tune in her head. When she got home, she saw that no one was home and so she ran up stairs and went into her room. She did her homework, which wasn't much today, while her classical Indian music played in the background. "…Horizontal displacement equals 86 meters and therefore the bus can not make it to the ramp. And I am done! Go me!" Deep slammed her physics work back into her backpack. "Wow," she said to herself "I am so sleepy, I think I need a little nap." Deep lied down on her bed, not even bothering with her shoes. She curled up into a little ball and gave a little smile in her sleep. But when she woke up, her smile was gone.
****Well, tell me what you think. Ok, bye! (That was blunt)