I never thought I'd be making one of these.... Ooookay, just to clear it
up soyou can't point any fingers, yes I have based the main character on
myself, but NO MARY-SUE OR ROMANCE!!!! I hate that... Mary-Sue/Canon I
mean...
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I strutted down the sidewalk, muttering little reminders to myself, and kicking an empty can of tomato soup. The worn out copy of The Fellowship of the Ring in my hand was dropping pages by the second and the pungent smell issuing from the binding was a reminder of where I was going. I had my own book, I could of LOANED it to Sarah, but nooo she had to get the library's ancient copy (undoubtable from the first printing) and get ME to return it.... How did I get roped into doing this thing?
"Catherine! YOU need to return it! I have soccer practice! It'll be overdue by the time I'm done! PLEASE!?!!?!?!?"
Oh yeah, I can't stand to see a friend beg...
"Catherine, if you don't do this I'll pummel you ointo the ground..."
The fact that she's nearly twice my size helped too....
The library was getting nearer with each step (and the book was getting lighter) but my thoughts were focused on Sarah insisting I return the ancient text, and the can at my feet. Who would drop a can of tomato soup in the middle of the sidewalk? I wondered idley... Suddeny a foul kick sent Mr. Can tumbling into the road. Usually, like any NORMAL person I would of ignored it and countinued on my way, but something shiny in the bottem of the can caught the sun and it's glittering screamed for me to check it out. Looking to make sure there were no cars coming (I had atleast THAT much sense) I stepped out into the road and lifted the shining culprit from the can. A One Ring! A GOLDEN One Ring! Like, REAL gold! The firey writting on it's side was much more realistic then any others I had seen, but the words spelt out something much different then typical elven script... "PUT ME ON NOW!" THAT was just plain dumb. Someone (likely the same one who threw out that stupid tomato soup) had gone through all that trouble to get a very nice One Ring and made it say PUT ME ON NOW! instead of the poem? Weirdo... I tossed the can over my shoulder then looked at the ring some more. Stupid ring, telling me what to do. I absently popped it on my finger and turned to go back to the sidewalk. Unfourtunatly, two things happened then. One, my shoe laces came untied, and two as I bent over to tie them a big truck came careening around the corner behind me. Faster then you can say Uh Oh, people start freaking out across the street and something HUGE makes contact with my stern and everything goes black...
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Allllll righty, I reckon that went fine.... I based Catherine on myself and Sarah on a friend of mine who's NOT a Sarah....
I strutted down the sidewalk, muttering little reminders to myself, and kicking an empty can of tomato soup. The worn out copy of The Fellowship of the Ring in my hand was dropping pages by the second and the pungent smell issuing from the binding was a reminder of where I was going. I had my own book, I could of LOANED it to Sarah, but nooo she had to get the library's ancient copy (undoubtable from the first printing) and get ME to return it.... How did I get roped into doing this thing?
"Catherine! YOU need to return it! I have soccer practice! It'll be overdue by the time I'm done! PLEASE!?!!?!?!?"
Oh yeah, I can't stand to see a friend beg...
"Catherine, if you don't do this I'll pummel you ointo the ground..."
The fact that she's nearly twice my size helped too....
The library was getting nearer with each step (and the book was getting lighter) but my thoughts were focused on Sarah insisting I return the ancient text, and the can at my feet. Who would drop a can of tomato soup in the middle of the sidewalk? I wondered idley... Suddeny a foul kick sent Mr. Can tumbling into the road. Usually, like any NORMAL person I would of ignored it and countinued on my way, but something shiny in the bottem of the can caught the sun and it's glittering screamed for me to check it out. Looking to make sure there were no cars coming (I had atleast THAT much sense) I stepped out into the road and lifted the shining culprit from the can. A One Ring! A GOLDEN One Ring! Like, REAL gold! The firey writting on it's side was much more realistic then any others I had seen, but the words spelt out something much different then typical elven script... "PUT ME ON NOW!" THAT was just plain dumb. Someone (likely the same one who threw out that stupid tomato soup) had gone through all that trouble to get a very nice One Ring and made it say PUT ME ON NOW! instead of the poem? Weirdo... I tossed the can over my shoulder then looked at the ring some more. Stupid ring, telling me what to do. I absently popped it on my finger and turned to go back to the sidewalk. Unfourtunatly, two things happened then. One, my shoe laces came untied, and two as I bent over to tie them a big truck came careening around the corner behind me. Faster then you can say Uh Oh, people start freaking out across the street and something HUGE makes contact with my stern and everything goes black...
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Allllll righty, I reckon that went fine.... I based Catherine on myself and Sarah on a friend of mine who's NOT a Sarah....