What Would Really Happen If A Lord Of The Rings Fan Were Sent To Middle-Earth!
Chapter 1: Default Chapter
A/N: Hey! It's like 12:30 am and yet again I can't sleep. Lucky for you its math time! Let's see: Me + no sleep+ this spiral and pencil= my own fic! So read on if ya wanna.
"Vanessa, if your room isn't clean by 6 o clock tonight I'm not going to allow you to ride at all this week. Do you hear me?" my mother screamed up to me.
"I know, I know," I said not really paying attention to anything she said because I was *gasp* cleaning. My idea of cleaning is just a wee bit different from what you may have in mind though. I was reading some notes my friend Meenie had written to me in, like, the 8th grade. "Hmmmm…. What's she talking about?" I said out load to no one because they wouldn't know either.
If its one of your friends probably sex," my sister answered.
"Hmmm… you might be right, Lauren," I said
"Of course I am. I read all those notes months ago."
"Whatever," I scoffed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Several hours later- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Oh crap!" I exclaimed. "Its 5:30! I only have half an hour to clean my room! Ahhhhh!!!"
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"Girls! I'm coming upstairs to check your rooms. I know Lauren's is clean but it's Vanessa's I need to see," my mom said while walking up the stairs.
"Oh shiz-nitz! I'm not going to be able to see my horse for a week!" I thought.
"Vanessa! I gave you two days to clean your room and this is the best you can do? Nuh-uh. I'm taking away your riding privileges for one week. I'll go inform Tammy to ask Andrea to ride Slick for you next week. Meanwhile you clean this room right now," and with that she was gone.
"Poo."
About 2 hours later I was just about finished cleaning my room. Personally, I don't see the point in cleaning my room before my grandparents came up for a visit. All my grandmother did was clean our house when she came and my grandfather watched golf all day or watched her clean.
"Vanessa?" my sister asked me (she's sitting on my bed and watching me clean).
"What's that sheet of paper on your wall?"
"Where?" I didn't remember putting anything on my wall. It was a note from one of my friends. "Did you put it there?" I asked my sister.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I still wasn't convinced because I know I didn't put it there. I took it down and proceeded to read it when all of the sudden I heard "Vannneeessssssaaa!!!"
I put the note into my book bag knowing I wouldn't get to read it this weekend. Not with my grandparents here.
- - - - - - - - - -Monday 2nd period (IPC) - - - - - - - - - -
"And if it reaches that temperature it will melt. Is everyone with me? Vanessa, please stand up, it doesn't look as if you're paying attention," my IPC teacher Coach Thibideaux, said.
"But….I was watching you," I said.
"That's not good enough."
"Whatever," I said as I stood up.
"What did you say?" he asked me.
"Nothing. Please continue with your oh so interesting lecture."
"I don't like your tone, missy."
"I don't like your face," I said to him.
"Leave this room, now."
"I think not," and I slapped him. Would you believe he slapped me back? I kicked him in the crotch, turned, and grabbed my belongings.
"I'm going to my counselor," I said and walked out.
"I thinks she's mad," my friend Paul said. The only response he got from Coach T was a high pitched squeak.
A/N: He he! That was fun! I wish I could really do that to him. Don't forget to review my first ever solo fic chapter!