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Explanation: I lost my homework in Schall Park, and this is what I told my History teacher. Well, read on, and let me know if you want more!
********** "Hey, Daniel, how much time is left in the period?" I asked.
"Uh, let me check," Daniel said, looking at his watch. "About three minutes."
"Okay then," I said, picking up my homework, binder, and backpack. I was just heading over towards the history classroom across the school when suddenly, out of nowhere, came the Uruk-Hai! I screamed and ran for my life.
Now, I'm not a very good runner, but when one is chased by Uruk-Hai, one runs very quickly. There were only six of them, but to a kid like me, there may as well have been fifty! Anyway, I must not have been paying attention because I ran across the basketball courts--and found myself on the banks of Anduil (that big river from Fellowship of the Ring).
"Orcs!" I knew that voice. While I was rather scared out of my wits, I was glad to hear the voice of Legolas Greenleaf. For sure, he wouldn't try to kill me! It was mere minutes before the orcs were dead. Now, I've seen some pretty sick pictures of things done to animals--I did do an animal rights project last year--but Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas are worse than McDonalds! I knelt down and lost my lunch--a pity, because it was that eighth grade pizza party, but that has nothing to do with anything.
Finally, I stood up, only to see the Fellowship staring at me. 'These guys don't get out enough," I decided. "I know this seems strange, but let me explain. I have to turn in this History paper. The orcs were chasing me. Thank you for, um, helping me not die."
"What is a History paper?" asked Gimli.
"Well, it's something where you study stuff and then you write it down and get graded on it," I said, presenting my paper. They took it, and sort of huddled, like football players. I couldn't make out what they were saying, though they did laugh a bit--they found the name James Oglethorpe.
Gimli put the paper on the ground. I began to retrieve it, but suddenly an arrow shot through it! Then Aragorn and Gimli started disecting my paper, babbling on about evil and how Sauron must not get to it. "Hey!" I shouted, "I need that you know!" Bu they're such anti-feminists that they wouldn't listen to me.
Managing to snatch away the rather torn up assignment I was once again running, this time from three maniacal members of the fellowship! I looked behind me--so much for my PE grade--and suddenly BAM! I ran right into something, or someone.
"Help! They want me to fail History! They're going to kill me!" I screamed, jumping behind Boromir. He looked rather strangely at me, then at the rest of the fellowship, then back at me. I did my best to look innocent, which made me laugh--but for once, I didn't laugh out loud.
"Aragorn?" asked Boromir.
"Er. . .yes, well, um, you see, it's kinda like this. . .the paper, it's um. . .well, it um. . ." The future king of Gondor rubbed the back of his neck, trying to imitate my puppy-dog eyes.
"Are you trying to come on to me?" asked Boromir. "Honestly, Aragorn, what will Arwen say when--"
"Oh, shush, her father's too picky, anyway."
"The paper!" Gimli exclaimed, rushing forward to destroy it. Clutching it, I ran again. This was getting old.
Just then, a ton of Uruk-Hai came! I could hear them chanting in Black Speech "Destroy the paper, destroy the paper. . ." I groaned and kept running, finding Merry and Pippin. "Oy, 'ello!" Said Pip.
"Merry! Pippin! Um. . .can you keep this safe for me?" I asked, holding out the paper.
"Oh, sure we will!" said Merry cheerfully, taking the homework. I said thanks and ran off, hoping to find some way to get back to History class. I'd never gotten a tardy lock-out slip, ever, and I had no intention of starting!
Meanwhile. . .
"Oy, Pip, what were we supposed to do with that paper?"
"Guard it, I think."
"Oh, well, there's no safer place than my stomach."
"Oh, good idea!"
Explanation: I lost my homework in Schall Park, and this is what I told my History teacher. Well, read on, and let me know if you want more!
********** "Hey, Daniel, how much time is left in the period?" I asked.
"Uh, let me check," Daniel said, looking at his watch. "About three minutes."
"Okay then," I said, picking up my homework, binder, and backpack. I was just heading over towards the history classroom across the school when suddenly, out of nowhere, came the Uruk-Hai! I screamed and ran for my life.
Now, I'm not a very good runner, but when one is chased by Uruk-Hai, one runs very quickly. There were only six of them, but to a kid like me, there may as well have been fifty! Anyway, I must not have been paying attention because I ran across the basketball courts--and found myself on the banks of Anduil (that big river from Fellowship of the Ring).
"Orcs!" I knew that voice. While I was rather scared out of my wits, I was glad to hear the voice of Legolas Greenleaf. For sure, he wouldn't try to kill me! It was mere minutes before the orcs were dead. Now, I've seen some pretty sick pictures of things done to animals--I did do an animal rights project last year--but Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas are worse than McDonalds! I knelt down and lost my lunch--a pity, because it was that eighth grade pizza party, but that has nothing to do with anything.
Finally, I stood up, only to see the Fellowship staring at me. 'These guys don't get out enough," I decided. "I know this seems strange, but let me explain. I have to turn in this History paper. The orcs were chasing me. Thank you for, um, helping me not die."
"What is a History paper?" asked Gimli.
"Well, it's something where you study stuff and then you write it down and get graded on it," I said, presenting my paper. They took it, and sort of huddled, like football players. I couldn't make out what they were saying, though they did laugh a bit--they found the name James Oglethorpe.
Gimli put the paper on the ground. I began to retrieve it, but suddenly an arrow shot through it! Then Aragorn and Gimli started disecting my paper, babbling on about evil and how Sauron must not get to it. "Hey!" I shouted, "I need that you know!" Bu they're such anti-feminists that they wouldn't listen to me.
Managing to snatch away the rather torn up assignment I was once again running, this time from three maniacal members of the fellowship! I looked behind me--so much for my PE grade--and suddenly BAM! I ran right into something, or someone.
"Help! They want me to fail History! They're going to kill me!" I screamed, jumping behind Boromir. He looked rather strangely at me, then at the rest of the fellowship, then back at me. I did my best to look innocent, which made me laugh--but for once, I didn't laugh out loud.
"Aragorn?" asked Boromir.
"Er. . .yes, well, um, you see, it's kinda like this. . .the paper, it's um. . .well, it um. . ." The future king of Gondor rubbed the back of his neck, trying to imitate my puppy-dog eyes.
"Are you trying to come on to me?" asked Boromir. "Honestly, Aragorn, what will Arwen say when--"
"Oh, shush, her father's too picky, anyway."
"The paper!" Gimli exclaimed, rushing forward to destroy it. Clutching it, I ran again. This was getting old.
Just then, a ton of Uruk-Hai came! I could hear them chanting in Black Speech "Destroy the paper, destroy the paper. . ." I groaned and kept running, finding Merry and Pippin. "Oy, 'ello!" Said Pip.
"Merry! Pippin! Um. . .can you keep this safe for me?" I asked, holding out the paper.
"Oh, sure we will!" said Merry cheerfully, taking the homework. I said thanks and ran off, hoping to find some way to get back to History class. I'd never gotten a tardy lock-out slip, ever, and I had no intention of starting!
Meanwhile. . .
"Oy, Pip, what were we supposed to do with that paper?"
"Guard it, I think."
"Oh, well, there's no safer place than my stomach."
"Oh, good idea!"