Author's note: hey, I've decided to take a break from my other story for a while and work on a new one. Well this one, I have decided, relates to LOTR. Ok, well I haven't really figured out the plot yet so that's a bummer, but I will. Right now the story will just go with the flow. Hope you enjoy it. ^-^!
The words in italic are Vanima's thoughts. They will be expressed through either her eyes or through telepathy, or something like that.
I own none of theses characters except for Vanima and Erin. And other non-LOTR people that are not in my 'plot' yet.
She sat there chewing her apple without care. She had already started gnawing on the core, which was now completely brown and seedless. It was the third time Vanima was reading The Fellowship of the Ring. When in school she would read while the teachers lectured on about useless topics that obviously would not help her in the future. Even at dinner she would read, which was no bother to her mother. True she believed it was a bad habit, but she could care less, for it was Vanima.
Vanima still sat there reading on her bed. She finally discarded the apple, or at least what was left of it, and looked over to the clock. "Holy. It's 12:40. And I've gotten school at eight. Betta go to sleep." Vanima turned off the light and went to sleep holding her book tight.
The next morning Vanima woke up to her loud alarm clock. Vanima hated mornings almost as much as she hated school. Not only was school boring and non-beneficial, but she had other reasons for not liking school. Of course Vanima had friends, but she didn't have any specific best friends. She was a loner that was obsessed with books, nothing more than books. She was not at all popular which she adapted to quite well. Actually she quite enjoyed being all by herself, in a little corner sitting down while reading a fabulous novel or fantasy book.
As Vanima ran downstairs she made sure that she tried to avoid her mother and brother who always questioned if she was going anywhere that afternoon. Her normal reply was always nowhere, but this time she had to go meet one of her friends by the library.
"Vanima Lalaith, come here child. Are you going any where today?"
"Actually yes mother, I'm going to meet a friend at the library. But I'll be back before 5:30."
Vanima left and made her way to her friends house Erin.
"Hi Erin, ready to go?" Erin was a total goth freak. When Vanima started to hang out with her people got the idea that Vanima was a goth wannabe but like most of the times it was a misunderstanding. The actual reason Vanima and Erin were so close was that they both had a lot in common.
They finally had reached school, right then the torture had just begun. Vanima hated getting talked about in front of her face. People assumed that Vanima couldn't hear their comments, or at least didn't pay attention to what they said. But were they wrong. Vanima actually enjoyed listening to the gossip that spread around her school, but she never spread it.
People assuming Vanima didn't care about what they said, constantly rumored about what she was hiding in her head that she never spoke of. Some people thought she was a druggy, but had second thoughts when a rumor spread that she turned down a cigarette. Others rumored that she had powers and was part of a clan that was mentioned in the game arcane. But there was no secret to Vanima. She was simply a girl who hated to talk, and that was that.
As Vanima made her way to gym she squeezed her book to her chest and kept her head down. Vanima always left her hair lose when in public. Some people found it hard to talk to her when she looked like a shag. And there were others who hadn't even seen her face. But she was fairly pretty. With her large hazel eyes, at least large for an Asian, and fair pale skin. She was very tall for her age and she had a certain lightness to herself. It just could be one of the benefits that she got out of ballet.
When the bell ran she got her stuff from her locker and made her way to the court yard where she was supposed to wait for Erin so they could make their way to the library. Finally Erin arrived. When she met up with Vanima she was very flustered and angry. "You don't know the nerve of those people. God." Vanima looked at Erin. Erin could see what Vanima was trying to say.
Oh yes I do Erin. Do you know what kind of things I go through everyday? It's torture. But I have learned how to ignore what people say and do to me. You will learn too.
When they finally reached the library Erin took their poster out of her backpack and unrolled it. On the poster showed both of their handiwork. Erin was a surprisingly good artist. She had drawn a few scattered dwarves since the last time Vanima had last seen the poster. As Vanima scanned the poster she saw a few golden specks. "What are these?" she asked. "Oh um, those? Those are uh nothing. Actually I'm as clueless as you are." Vanima looked into Erin's eyes. They had a certain doubt in them.
You're lying aren't you? I know you know what the specks are. And I know that you're trying to keep something from me. I can see it in your eyes.
Erin looked at Vanima. After a while Erin started to break down. She couldn't stand to look into Vanima's eyes. "Yes I do know what those specks are! And I'll show you what they are!" Vanima looked at the dispicable excuse of a friend.
Then why did you try to hide it from me? Especially when you know I can tell when you lie to me!
Vanima looked at Erin. Erin could then tell Vanima wanted her to tell. "It's private. After dinner, I'll call you. ask your mom if you can come over and I'll show you." Vanima looked at her friend doubtly, but could see Erin was not lying. "Fine. Call me tonight."
Ok, so maybe it's a little lame. But it gets better. Well please R&R. hope you like. ^-^