The Sword of Eärendil
DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOTR or Harry Potter.
The school bell rang, and all of the students in Mrs. O'Brien's 9th period History class left and headed to their lockers. I did the same, walking down the green and white tiled floor to reach the pewter colored compartment. I fiddled with my rather stubborn lock for a while, and managed to get my locker open. After filling my back-pack with the items I'd need for homework, I closed my locker, locked it, and headed home.
While walking down the colorless sidewalk panels, I began to think. I oftentimes thought rather than socialized with others, and add in my above- average intelligence, I wasn't surprised that I was labeled a nerd by nearly the whole student population of Pemmican Junior High. The rest classified me as an intellectual recluse. Either way, my social position granted me precious few friends.
I'm Andrew Greene, and I live in Pemmican, Nebraska. I'm in 8th grade. I'm about 5'3, so I get a lot of short jokes. My hair is Harry Potter-esque, a black and untidy mop.
Once I got home, I sat down and did my homework. "Alright, the Roman Empire in the Flavian dynasty."
By the time I was done with my homework, it was time for dinner. I quickly consumed my meal of BBQ chicken, and went to my room to finish reading The Fellowship of the Ring for the 30th time. It was a great book, and I longed to belong in that world of adventure, instead of the drudgery of modern America. When I finished the book, I went outside to stargaze.
I loved the stars, and always went out at night to observe their beauty. I looked for Cepheus, The King, Ursa Major, the big bear, Ursa Minor, the little bear, all the constellations I could find and identify. After looking for some time I decided to go back inside, but something caught my eye. It was clearly a star, but I had never seen it before in the night sky, and it was so bright. Without thinking I whispered, "I wish that I could go and live in Middle Earth." I went inside.
After looking in my room for a while, I found my wooden sword. I had gotten in at a Renaissance Faire when I was in Georgia on vacation. I played with it a lot, even if toy swords were childish. It was about 3 feet long, and battered from all the playing I had done with it. Today I decided to play a little, fighting off imaginary orcs from my family room. After a half-hour, I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, got my P.J.s on, and went to bed.
When I woke up the next day, I was lying on a bed, in an unfamiliar wooden- walled room, with an old man peering over at me.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOTR or Harry Potter.
The school bell rang, and all of the students in Mrs. O'Brien's 9th period History class left and headed to their lockers. I did the same, walking down the green and white tiled floor to reach the pewter colored compartment. I fiddled with my rather stubborn lock for a while, and managed to get my locker open. After filling my back-pack with the items I'd need for homework, I closed my locker, locked it, and headed home.
While walking down the colorless sidewalk panels, I began to think. I oftentimes thought rather than socialized with others, and add in my above- average intelligence, I wasn't surprised that I was labeled a nerd by nearly the whole student population of Pemmican Junior High. The rest classified me as an intellectual recluse. Either way, my social position granted me precious few friends.
I'm Andrew Greene, and I live in Pemmican, Nebraska. I'm in 8th grade. I'm about 5'3, so I get a lot of short jokes. My hair is Harry Potter-esque, a black and untidy mop.
Once I got home, I sat down and did my homework. "Alright, the Roman Empire in the Flavian dynasty."
By the time I was done with my homework, it was time for dinner. I quickly consumed my meal of BBQ chicken, and went to my room to finish reading The Fellowship of the Ring for the 30th time. It was a great book, and I longed to belong in that world of adventure, instead of the drudgery of modern America. When I finished the book, I went outside to stargaze.
I loved the stars, and always went out at night to observe their beauty. I looked for Cepheus, The King, Ursa Major, the big bear, Ursa Minor, the little bear, all the constellations I could find and identify. After looking for some time I decided to go back inside, but something caught my eye. It was clearly a star, but I had never seen it before in the night sky, and it was so bright. Without thinking I whispered, "I wish that I could go and live in Middle Earth." I went inside.
After looking in my room for a while, I found my wooden sword. I had gotten in at a Renaissance Faire when I was in Georgia on vacation. I played with it a lot, even if toy swords were childish. It was about 3 feet long, and battered from all the playing I had done with it. Today I decided to play a little, fighting off imaginary orcs from my family room. After a half-hour, I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, got my P.J.s on, and went to bed.
When I woke up the next day, I was lying on a bed, in an unfamiliar wooden- walled room, with an old man peering over at me.