Worthy of an Afterschool Special

Disclaimer: Me doesn't own anyone in this story cept for Six. :D Everyone else belongs to Mr. Tolkien.

Hi. I know you're wondering what this story is about. And I guess I should tell you. But first you should know a little bit about me. My name is Six Esperanza Oleander. Ok, ok, my real name is NOT Six, but I prefer to be called it. I mean...how would you feel if your Mom named you after some Elf lady in a weird book? Galadriel. That is my real name. But for those of you who DON'T want to get kicked so hard in the arse that they won't be able to sit down for month, well, just call me Six. I'm a 9th grader at the local highschool, Kerry Korner High. Which sucks, really. Anyway, I'm about 5'3, and have short black hair and green eyes, and for now that's all you need to know.
It happened 2 months ago...maybe even 3, but I figured I should get it down somewhere before I lose the memory. It was a crappy Tuesday afternoon, when I got home. About 4:30, since I had gotten detention for basically nothing, really. Mom wasn't home. Which was strange. It had only been a few weeks since they had split up and since then she'd been working overtime at her job.
I walked into the kitchen and threw my schoolbag down on the counter and grabbed a Juicy-juice...yes, juicy- juice. I love those things...'specially the grape kind. Apple makes me queasy. Instead of being a good student and doing my homework, I decided to surf the internet for a little while and listen to some music. My house was quiet. My neighborhood was quiet. But it was typical, since I lived in a mostly snobby Long Island town.
I put my headphones on, and started to dance to some music. I can't really remember what, but I remember it was from a soundtrack. I like my music SUPER loud, of course, so I blasted it. So loud that I couldn't hear the sound of lighting behind me, or the people. Suddenly, I felt a tap behind me. "Mom, you're home e-" I began to say as I turned around, tossing my headphones beside me, and suddenly I screamed.
The person behind me wasn't my Mom. It was some...midget. Thing. Behind him, there were more midget things, some strangely dressed guys, an old Guy and one of those guys who see at the beach playin' volleyball, cept he had long blonde hair. 9, altogether.
The small guy who tapped me flinched. "Pippin!" The Old guy hissed. Pippin...where did I hear that name before? Wasn't he one of those hobbits from that story Mom was obsessed with? She used to read it to me when I was a child...as a bedtime story. Yes, I remember...it was The Lord of the Rings by that Tolkien guy. A hell of a bedtime story, let me tell you.
"Girl, I wish to know where we are." The old guy said. Gandalf...or Saruman? Which one was he? I decided Gandalf. "Um...you're in my house. And how exactly did you get here?" I asked, standing up. I looked at them each, remembering as best as I could who was who...Gimli...Legolas...Aragorn...and then the hobbits...Pippin had been my favorite, because he always got into trouble and did stupid things, like me.
The hobbit who I decided was Frodo spoke up. "We were traveling through the perilous Mines of Moria, and a strange beast attacked us, and Gandalf spoke a strange spell...and there was a bright light, and we found ourselves before you."
"I'm Six." I said, not knowing what to do. So I bowed. They stared at me, and I felt like a complete idiot, but it was alright. I was always a complete idiot, and it's not like they cared, either. I think.
"So, Gandalf screwed up a spell and you all wound up here?" I asked, soaking up this information. I noticed something, though. Wasn't Gandalf supposed to be carrying a staff? I craned my neck, to look behind the 9 people, but saw nothing. And he wasn't holding it either. "I know not what you mean by 'Screw up', but I do know that I have made a terrible mistake." Gandalf said. Suddenly, I heard a crash.
It was that urn that held my Great-great-great Aunt's Friend's ashes. It was on the floor, in pieces, grey ash spilled across the carpet. Pippin stood next to the mess, looking mortified. The 8 of the 9 members of the Fellowship glanced at me, wondering what I would do. But instead of screaming my head off, I started to laugh. Classic Pippin moment. "It's ok. Didn't even know her." I said, grabbed the dust-buster in the cabinet. "Gandalf, where is your staff?" He still wasn't bothered by the fact that I knew his name without him even telling me.
"It was lost on the way here, and without it I am afraid we cannot return." Gandalf said. I finished vacuuming the carpet. "You mean...you have to stay here, in THIS world forever and ever and ever?" I asked. Aragorn nodded.
I had to have them out of here by 7:00...and if I didn't...Mom would find out. Or someone else would, and something terrible would happen. "Well, we're gonna have to find the staff. It's gotta be around here somewhere."
Gandalf sighed, and nodded in agreement. "But me must make haste. If we fail to find it in 3 hours, then the portal I created to your world will close and it will take me a very long time to create a spell that will take us back. And by then," He turned to Frodo. "We will fail, and all of Middle Earth will be lost to Darkness."
"Then we'd better hurry."

Another RIVETING adventure awaits you.in the next chapter!

A/N: Eee! Boredom induced fic. Sorry if you hate it, and I'm glad if you like it. It's prolly gonna have about 3 chapters at the most. Please review! Reviews = inspiration. :DD But no flames. Flames = crap. Super flaaaming crap. Alrighty then, off to write the second chapter!