Hi, This is my first OC in middle earth story. Please Read and Review! Enjoy (This has now been revised and edited thanks my wonderful beta Failisse2001!)
"In Cicero's work, for examples there are many such elements used."
The teachers voice drilled into my head, not entirely getting the point across.
I glanced up at the clock and let a sigh of relief finally pass through. Only five minutes left until class was over. Now don't get me wrong, I quite enjoy school, but political science theory at 8 am is just undoable. I'm no morning person, really not.
It requires a considerate amount of caffeine by coffee to get me up, except that this morning the cooker decided to overflow hot water in my dorm room and burn my hand in the process.
My roommate didn't even wake up to my cursing, lucky girl she is. What I wouldn't give for a first-hour off.
People shuffling papers and getting up broke me out my slightly resentful reverie.
I stood up quickly to disguise my lack of attention and quickly shoved my book into my backpack along with my notebook, notes still incomplete.
I was going to have to copy, again.
Like clockwork people began checking their phones. It tended to happen after class ended because last time someone took their phone out in class it went out the window, to everyone's shock.
"Amanda. Amaaanda!" came a familiar voice. A sense of relief flooded through me at the sound and I turned to smile at my best friend and parter in mischief, Cynthia. Together, we made up the "Fail-to-study-properly club". She tapped her foot impatiently waiting for me to finish packing my stuff.
"Let's go" I zipped up my backpack and tossed the strap over my right shoulder shoulder.
"Fiiiinally" she mock groaned as we left.
"Its barely 9am, you shouldn't judge me for being slow, Cyn." I said, glaring at her, but with a sprinkle of mirth in my eyes.
"You ought not to be slow to leave class," she snarked back unphased.
"Its fine for me to be slow since I have several hours before my next class at 3, but your next one is at 11." She rolled her eyes and shushed me.
"I don't need to be reminded. By the way have you packed for camping this weekend?" Cynthia demanded.
"Uh, sort of." I shrugged.
"Sort of? What the hell is sort of supposed to mean? Yes or no, Amanda." She rolled her eyes.
"I, um, packed some preliminary things. Want to go grab some coffee?" I widened my eyes theatrically and took on a sad expression. It usually worked in my favor.
"That doesn't work on me. I'm agreeing, but only because I want coffee too." Cynthia poked my stomach and marched forward at a faster speed muttering about "preliminary things".
"Cynthia, Cynthiaaaaaa. I'm short, I have short legs." I laughed as almost ran to catch up her fast strides.
"You want coffee or not?" she smirked. I simply had to point out that we were heading towards the dorms and not the parking lot. Again I was shushed as she spun around and began quickly marching towards the farther parking lot.
"But, Cyn, you're driving. I'm not to be trusted in traffic without caffeine, and I haven't yet had any coffee this morning."
After a brief disagreement about who had to drive and order at the drive thru, Cynthia gave up on arguing with me, to my great happiness. She rolled her eyes at my delighted squeal. I did have a slight tendency to be overly happy and excited about simple things.
"What do you want?" Cynthia asked.
"Something sweet like a mocha or frappe." I responded.
"That's nothing new and, by the way, shouldn't even be counted as coffee.
I meant what specifically, you sugar addict." Cynthia laughed"It is coffee because contains coffee." I responded to the age old argument about what qualifies as coffee.
"Sure it is." She said patronizingly. I tried very hard not to smile out the window.
"What about both! A mocha frappe." I beamed.
"You were sleepy in class! Why are you so awake and cheerful now?" She groaned.
"What? Coffee excites me." I defended. She glared at me in mock agitation and turned into the beautiful coffee store's drive through. I started flipping through radio stations as she put in our order.
"The hell are you doing?" She burst into laughter after rolling up the window and spotting me start to dance.
Dance with me, Cynthia!" I said, using a completely neutral expression and serious voice. I choked up at her raised eyebrow and couldn't stem the tide of laughter. It took the combined effort of all our willpower plus the vehicle behind us honking impatiently to get us to move forward and collect our order. A moment of pure ice cold chocolately coffee bliss followed.
"I must go get ready for class." Cynthia frowned pulling out of the parking lot and into the street.
"Well at least your done with classes early. I have classes until four, and then homework. You don't." I shrugged. She looked over at me like I had just said the stupidest thing in the world.
We came driving towards a junction, lights on red.
Cynthia did not notice, and headed straight towards a car just crossing.
"What? Omygod Cynthia! Cynthia! The light is RED!" I shrieked reaching out my hands to grab onto something. No idea why, just a reaction I guess. My right hand closed around the door and my left around my coffee. Even in terror, it has a presence. She gasped and tried to hit the brake but it was too late. We slammed into the car going across and spun into each other with loudly screeching tyres. The noise made my ears buzz and white and black danced around my head. I heard more than felt through the haze a third car slam into us and I tried to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't any longer and fell into the darkness with the echoes of approaching sirens from far away.