Here is Chapter 1 of Shy Butterflies. It's presented in the form of a diary(I'm trying a new style for those that know me for my anime fanfics ^-^:) This is my first LotR story so be gentle.
::Disclaimers- I don't own Lord Of The Rings nor will I ever…..that's what makes it so sad…..::
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~~ Sept. 4, Monday~~
Dear Diary,
It's me, Krys. Today…..today is your typical day for your average 16 year old. I go to school, hang out with friends, and keep up grades as best as I can, typical teen stuff right? Most would say yes, but you can probably guess I'm not normal. Like a lot of teens my age, I'm a gamer, a person that believes & lives in the world of pixels and cheap music. I would also consider myself a nerd because of that fact of games and my love of books. Sci-Fi and Fantasy all the way! I just like getting away from a hellish reality of teenage cruelty. Not many can live in that world and survive without scars. Nobody could get by without a rude comment or lost loves. Nobody…… That's where my story comes in. The story about my heartbreak, lost loves, and of how love can be regained through trust and friendship.... Like the old saying…It's better to have loved once than to not have loved at all. This is my story
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I was walking to class one day, nothing out the ordinary. I pulled my Geometry book out of my locker and closed it shut, clearing the combination in the process. I walked in and sat next to my friend, Samwise Gamgee (though mostly everyone calls him Sam) He was pretty cool… for a freshman. He has curly blonde hair, abnormally large feet for a kid his size, and is a bit heavyset though everyone likes him. It's hard to hate Sam. He's the top of the gardening class and is such a gentle person; you'd think he'd never fought anything in his life .... except weeds. He pulled out his notebook and started taking notes off the board. I soon realized I should do the same. There is nothing worse than not doing your warm-ups before the teacher comes in. Trust me...it's not a good idea. I really hate these proofs; they take too long, you have to get EVERY step right, and I never really got the point of them. True, they help your reasoning skills, but I never really got the reason for them.
"Use the Iscoceles Triangle therom," I heard Sam whisper to me, making the proof make a whole lot more sense.
"Thanks," I said quietly back to him.
After that, the teacher came in and quieted everyone down, signaling that class should begin. Class was pretty much the same after that, learn this, figure that out, that's for homework..study for your final..which isn't for another.....4 months? After I wrote the homework down, I gathered my stuff before the bell rang and left when it did. Very boring day indeed.....so boring that I didn't notice I was walking right into someone.
"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there," I said, looking up to apologize.
"Don't worry, no harm was done," The person said, smiling a little bit.
I hadn't seen this person around here before. Must be new. Or should I say fresh meat? This one was kind of tall, lean, long blonde hair, pointy elf like ears, & not a single pimple, mole, freckle, or any other bodily imperfection on his body that I could see. Must either be a jock, pretty boy, or queer. But who am I to judge?
"Sorry, but I'm a little lost myself, do you know where the Band & Chorus room is?" he asked politely.
Yep..definately leaning toward queer. He's too polite to be a jock. Hold on..I'm going to Band & Chorus right now. Coincidence? I think so.....
"Yeah, it's where I'm going," I said, trying to smile.
"Great, could you take me there?" he said, blushing slightly.
Queer alert.....but I couldn't turn down a new person. So I told him to follow me, making sure I avoided as many preps as I could. I didn't feel like getting harrassed today....
"By the way, what's your name? I forgot to ask before..." he said.
"Krys," I said, telling him my last name too,"Yours?"
"I'm Legolas Greenleaf," he said, smiling.
I tried not to laugh..though I've heard some weird ones in my day, but that takes the cake. I suppressed it; it's rude to make fun of people they have no control over, so it's not his fault that he was named the way he was. It's your parents fault if your really think about it.....and so on.....but whatever...not my problem. We soon arrived at the Band & Chorus room, the band still setting up. My time to go! I get my stuff out, ready for practice, while Legolas talked with the Chorus teacher.
"Hey, who's the new guy?" one person said in the flute section.
"I don't know, never seen him before," One trumpet said.
"Wonder if he has a girlfriend.."The french horn sighed.
The other female half of the band, excluding myself, sighed along with her. I just didn't get all tingly when I see a cute guy. Don't get me wrong, he was cute, but I'm not a big person for romance.
The Chorus teacher looked at the note saying he was new and told him to stand with the rest of the chorus. They practiced their stuff, we practiced our stuff, class as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.
When we were done, we had about 10 minutes left of class, so I pulled out my writing journal slash sketch pad. I like writing stories and drawing stuff to go along with it sometimes. The story is about my main character, Jun (pronounced like the month June) and she was fighting off the most powerful sorcerer of all time so that she can have freedom from slavery from him. Right now, she's just got away into the forbidden forest and has found herself amongst friendly faeries. So sue me..I'm a fantasy fanatic! And proud of it! I then drew Jun being surround the faeries. I stopped when I heard my name be mentioned. Great..they are talking me again. Everyone thinks I'm...weird. And if you're wondering who 'they' are, they are called preps, the most cruel of the high school race. They always find some way to humilate the repressed, the geeky, the nerdiest, and or the most different. People say you should be orginial, have your own ideas and ideals, but all they do is copy the most beautiful, most talented, most athletic, most perfect being in the world. And they shove it in your face. Even though they are not perfect; who is?
"Lookie here, she's writing again," one said with as much distaste as I have for spinach(yuck!).
"Hey, it's got pictures too, what's it about this time? Hot chick being surrounded by glowing thingies?" One of the jocks(A male prep) said.
I shut my journal quickly and stuck it inside my bag. I grabbed my books and stood up to leave when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"I was reading over your shoulder and I thought it was great," the voice, belonging to a male, said behind me.
I turned to see Legolas smiling gently over me.
"You like fantasy?" I asked him, obviously surprised.
"Yeah. Giants, faeries, elves, dragons, wizards, powerful magic, you name it! Man, If I could write like you, I'd be in heaven."
That last comment made me blush, though the preps were too stunned to notice. A pretty boy like him talking to me like we were best friends since we were in diapers. I could hardly believe it myself.
"My english teacher told me I should get some of my work published."
"You should listen. Plus the artwork could be published too! It's amazing! Like I was part of the story itself. You could be famous someday."
"Well," I said blushing,"I really don't think I'll be famous, but...."
The bell rang then, relieving us from that moment in time. As I was moving towards my locker, I felt this burning sensation on my back. I looked to see several preps giving me te evil eye for some reason. I dared not to look back any further; I was starting to get a bit scared. I got my books and went to my class, which was Art(surprise surprise) nearly out of breath. The burning sensation was gone, but the force was still there. Like it was still there but the worst was over. I began to wonder if I had burn marks on my back, which I will have to check later. I have class to get started in.
That's all for now
You're writer, Krys
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::Disclaimers- I don't own Lord Of The Rings nor will I ever…..that's what makes it so sad…..::
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~~ Sept. 4, Monday~~
Dear Diary,
It's me, Krys. Today…..today is your typical day for your average 16 year old. I go to school, hang out with friends, and keep up grades as best as I can, typical teen stuff right? Most would say yes, but you can probably guess I'm not normal. Like a lot of teens my age, I'm a gamer, a person that believes & lives in the world of pixels and cheap music. I would also consider myself a nerd because of that fact of games and my love of books. Sci-Fi and Fantasy all the way! I just like getting away from a hellish reality of teenage cruelty. Not many can live in that world and survive without scars. Nobody could get by without a rude comment or lost loves. Nobody…… That's where my story comes in. The story about my heartbreak, lost loves, and of how love can be regained through trust and friendship.... Like the old saying…It's better to have loved once than to not have loved at all. This is my story
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I was walking to class one day, nothing out the ordinary. I pulled my Geometry book out of my locker and closed it shut, clearing the combination in the process. I walked in and sat next to my friend, Samwise Gamgee (though mostly everyone calls him Sam) He was pretty cool… for a freshman. He has curly blonde hair, abnormally large feet for a kid his size, and is a bit heavyset though everyone likes him. It's hard to hate Sam. He's the top of the gardening class and is such a gentle person; you'd think he'd never fought anything in his life .... except weeds. He pulled out his notebook and started taking notes off the board. I soon realized I should do the same. There is nothing worse than not doing your warm-ups before the teacher comes in. Trust me...it's not a good idea. I really hate these proofs; they take too long, you have to get EVERY step right, and I never really got the point of them. True, they help your reasoning skills, but I never really got the reason for them.
"Use the Iscoceles Triangle therom," I heard Sam whisper to me, making the proof make a whole lot more sense.
"Thanks," I said quietly back to him.
After that, the teacher came in and quieted everyone down, signaling that class should begin. Class was pretty much the same after that, learn this, figure that out, that's for homework..study for your final..which isn't for another.....4 months? After I wrote the homework down, I gathered my stuff before the bell rang and left when it did. Very boring day indeed.....so boring that I didn't notice I was walking right into someone.
"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there," I said, looking up to apologize.
"Don't worry, no harm was done," The person said, smiling a little bit.
I hadn't seen this person around here before. Must be new. Or should I say fresh meat? This one was kind of tall, lean, long blonde hair, pointy elf like ears, & not a single pimple, mole, freckle, or any other bodily imperfection on his body that I could see. Must either be a jock, pretty boy, or queer. But who am I to judge?
"Sorry, but I'm a little lost myself, do you know where the Band & Chorus room is?" he asked politely.
Yep..definately leaning toward queer. He's too polite to be a jock. Hold on..I'm going to Band & Chorus right now. Coincidence? I think so.....
"Yeah, it's where I'm going," I said, trying to smile.
"Great, could you take me there?" he said, blushing slightly.
Queer alert.....but I couldn't turn down a new person. So I told him to follow me, making sure I avoided as many preps as I could. I didn't feel like getting harrassed today....
"By the way, what's your name? I forgot to ask before..." he said.
"Krys," I said, telling him my last name too,"Yours?"
"I'm Legolas Greenleaf," he said, smiling.
I tried not to laugh..though I've heard some weird ones in my day, but that takes the cake. I suppressed it; it's rude to make fun of people they have no control over, so it's not his fault that he was named the way he was. It's your parents fault if your really think about it.....and so on.....but whatever...not my problem. We soon arrived at the Band & Chorus room, the band still setting up. My time to go! I get my stuff out, ready for practice, while Legolas talked with the Chorus teacher.
"Hey, who's the new guy?" one person said in the flute section.
"I don't know, never seen him before," One trumpet said.
"Wonder if he has a girlfriend.."The french horn sighed.
The other female half of the band, excluding myself, sighed along with her. I just didn't get all tingly when I see a cute guy. Don't get me wrong, he was cute, but I'm not a big person for romance.
The Chorus teacher looked at the note saying he was new and told him to stand with the rest of the chorus. They practiced their stuff, we practiced our stuff, class as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.
When we were done, we had about 10 minutes left of class, so I pulled out my writing journal slash sketch pad. I like writing stories and drawing stuff to go along with it sometimes. The story is about my main character, Jun (pronounced like the month June) and she was fighting off the most powerful sorcerer of all time so that she can have freedom from slavery from him. Right now, she's just got away into the forbidden forest and has found herself amongst friendly faeries. So sue me..I'm a fantasy fanatic! And proud of it! I then drew Jun being surround the faeries. I stopped when I heard my name be mentioned. Great..they are talking me again. Everyone thinks I'm...weird. And if you're wondering who 'they' are, they are called preps, the most cruel of the high school race. They always find some way to humilate the repressed, the geeky, the nerdiest, and or the most different. People say you should be orginial, have your own ideas and ideals, but all they do is copy the most beautiful, most talented, most athletic, most perfect being in the world. And they shove it in your face. Even though they are not perfect; who is?
"Lookie here, she's writing again," one said with as much distaste as I have for spinach(yuck!).
"Hey, it's got pictures too, what's it about this time? Hot chick being surrounded by glowing thingies?" One of the jocks(A male prep) said.
I shut my journal quickly and stuck it inside my bag. I grabbed my books and stood up to leave when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"I was reading over your shoulder and I thought it was great," the voice, belonging to a male, said behind me.
I turned to see Legolas smiling gently over me.
"You like fantasy?" I asked him, obviously surprised.
"Yeah. Giants, faeries, elves, dragons, wizards, powerful magic, you name it! Man, If I could write like you, I'd be in heaven."
That last comment made me blush, though the preps were too stunned to notice. A pretty boy like him talking to me like we were best friends since we were in diapers. I could hardly believe it myself.
"My english teacher told me I should get some of my work published."
"You should listen. Plus the artwork could be published too! It's amazing! Like I was part of the story itself. You could be famous someday."
"Well," I said blushing,"I really don't think I'll be famous, but...."
The bell rang then, relieving us from that moment in time. As I was moving towards my locker, I felt this burning sensation on my back. I looked to see several preps giving me te evil eye for some reason. I dared not to look back any further; I was starting to get a bit scared. I got my books and went to my class, which was Art(surprise surprise) nearly out of breath. The burning sensation was gone, but the force was still there. Like it was still there but the worst was over. I began to wonder if I had burn marks on my back, which I will have to check later. I have class to get started in.
That's all for now
You're writer, Krys
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