Sept.4, Monday (continued)
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Hey...It's me again. Krys... Hope I'm not bothering you with all the writing I do. It just feels good to have an outlet every now and then. Well..it does....
Anyway...I got into art class safely and mingled amongest friends. I may be a loner by nature, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy others company. Some people are actually nice. Like Frodo Baggins. He's an adorable freshman that tries to fit in though his uncle, Bilbo Baggins, raised him. Even though Bilbo isn't around most of the time, Frodo makes it okay.
Then there's Meridoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took(both are Frodo's cousins) the school joksters. Meridoc(or Merry as he prefers) usually gets his cousin(Peregrin or Pippin) to help in his schemes. If you've seen the disney movie 'The Lion King'(Which I'm pretty sure you have), Merry would be Timon and Pippin would be Pumbaa. Sam's also here.
Then there's Aragorn and Arwen. They are both in the senior class, though they aren't your typical snobby 'upper classmen.' They're not 'I'm-in-the-top-of-the-high-school-heap-so-it-makes-me-look-good-to-be-nice-to-everybody-including-you senior' but more like 'I-like-you-as-a-person-and-I-don't-care-what-anyone-thinks-of-me senior.' It's cool that there are people that actually care. Too bad that they're graduating this year. What a drag. Anyway....Aragorn looks like he should be a forest ranger or a cowboy more than a student. No joke. He speaks a few languages, great at fencing and fighting sports(archery too!), and fairly high in the scale of the top class. Arwen is smart(top of the class smart!), caring, rich(her Dad is a lord or something(Though why he would send his baby girl to a crummy place like this is his own reason)) and pretty. Very Pretty. Though why she would hang out with a bunch of underclassmen instead of the high life of popularity is beyond me. She could have everything she desires but hangs out with the commoners. But who am I to complain?
I got out my current project and started work when the bell rang for class to start.
"Hey..did you guys hear?" One kid said to some other students who were willing to listen, "A new kid came in today."
"I hear he was transferred here from Mirkwood," Another kid said.
"Mirkwood!? Isn't that like..the top school in America!?" Another said.
"Yeah,"the first kid said,"so why come to this crummy place?"
"Maybe he got kicked out," One student piped in.
"Maybe his parents suddenly went bankrupt and had to send their kid to a cheaper place to save on money."
I didn't believe that last one. He looked too clean cut and soap smelling to be considered bankrupt.
.......He was right behind me when I smelled the soap! What were you thinking? .....Hentai...
"So has anyone actually met him yet?" the teacher said, joining into the conversation.
Sometimes, the teachers like to get dirt on people too.
A lot of people shook their heads no, and a few said they actually saw him....which makes me the only person that has actually met him in this class. But I don't plan on saying anything.
"Well..I heard he has long blonde hair," One student said.
"I heard that he was extremely smart!" Another student said.
"I heard he was the top of the archery class!" another student piped his two cents in.
"Never missed a single shot in his life!" one said.
"I've heard that he's got ears like an elf or fairy or something,"
"I've seen them!" A female student announced.
Why can't we all work on our projects? The Art Show is starting soon and who wants to look at incomplete work? I continued my work like a good student until I realized that I was finished. Wonder day! I turned it into my teacher and she let me have the rest of the block to do what I want. Sweet! I found my sketch pad in my bag and started my latest work..the one with Jun surrounded by the Faeries. See what happens when you learn to keep your mouth shut? -
"Your're awfully quiet today," Aragorn said, looking over my shoulder.
"I'm always quiet Aragorn," I said, pausing for a bit.
"He means more than usual," Merry said, then hitting Pippin to make him put his two cents in.
"Oi, yeah," Pippin said, nursing a sore arm, "what's on your mind?"
"Nothing.." I said, trying to come up with a good excuse, "just tired I guess."
"Maybe she met the new guy," One student said, making me nearly jump out my skin.
"She's met him? What's he like?" Some students said, gathering around.
Oh...great! Keeping mouth shut should NOT have been an option!
"Well..he's ....tall...and has long blonde hair...."
"I knew it!" One student exclaimed.
"Uhh......he's..really..nice?" I said, not liking this extra attention.
"As in personality or looks? Come on girl, Details! Give us details!" One female student asked.
I blushed, not wanting to answer any more questions. Lucky for me, Aragorn gave them "The Look." Trust me, you don't want to be on the recieving end of "The Look" from Aragorn. He's scary if he gives someone "The Look." "The Look" is basically Aragorn's way of saying 'stay away before I decide to make you stay away..permantly.' Nuff' said. They all backed down and I wanted to hug Aragorn. He saved me..what did you expect? Huggles to Aragorn! -
The topic then changed to the halloween dance next month. Finally, a familiar topic. I'm not sure what I'm going to be this year, but I know what everyone else is! We have themes for costumes this year. Something out of a fairy tale(my forte! -) Arwen going to be a very pretty duchess that walked out of the 16/17th century. Aragorn going with her as a huntsman(he could pass off as one right now). My freshman friends(Frodo, Sam, Merry, & Pippin) are going as pirates(they look so cute in costume! -) Arwen & the others are still helping me with my costume, but I have no idea what I want to be. I was pretty much by myself. Aragorn was going with Arwen, Merry & Pippin have their girlfriends and Sam & Frodo are together.
Yes...they are gay.....I see nothing wrong with that what so ever. If you love someone, and that someone loves you back, you should be together by default, no matter what gender you or your partner is. Nuff' said.
Anyway, I'm basically by myself, and I'm not taking applications. Not this soon. I've had a bad break up and everyone knows it. Aragorn & Arwen were nice enough to let me come with them, but I'd just be like a third wheel so I turned them down. Merry even offered we could all go as a group, but I said no to that, still be considered a third wheel(or the ninth wheel if you include everyone) I even considered not going at all, but Arwen wouldn't hear of that. It was her senior year and she wanted to have fun with ALL of her friends, which included me too. The others agreed too, though Aragorn was the only other senior. I went back to drawing, trying to ignore the conversation completely. I then finally finished the pencil outline. I forgot to bring my inking pens, but that's okay; I can always finish it later. Not feeling up to writing, I started making a new sketch, though my mind wasn't that much in it. Just letting my imagination wonder and my pencil flying in all sorts of directions. I felt relaxed whenever I have a brain dump; just letting go of whatever's on your mind.
"Hey, that looks just like the new guy," one student said, looking over my shoulder and bringing me out of my trance.
I looked down at my drawing and sure enough, there was Legolas, though he looked..different. He still had his long blonde hair and blue beyond blue eyes, and elf ears. But he was dressed differently. He was dressed in a forest-like garb, like he was a warrior..or a woodland prince. He was also holding a magestic bow(great detail) and he looked like he was about to shoot you with his arrows. Pretty awesome if you ask me.
"Looks like our little miss has a crush on the new boy," one student said, grinning over my shoulder.
"I do not!" I retorted, blushing in the process.
"Denial..." two students said simultaneously.
I was about to say something nasty to them at that comment, but the bell rang for lunch. Thank you God! I put my stuff up and practically ran to the lunch room...even though I was going to be there quickly anyway.... I got my lunch and sat outside since it was really pretty out and who wants to waste a pretty day indoors? Not me! -
'Sides, it's a lot quieter out here than with all the rudeness and noise of the school cafeteria. Most just stay out here for that reason..to get away from the muck and myer of teen life. While I was eating, I pulled out my sketch pad and sketched one of the sakura blossum trees nearby. It's really pretty if you catch them in spring time, but it's early autumn. Well...I still like them, considering that it was my favorite tree. - I then saw the picture of Legolas I drew earlier and then I sort of felt a weird sensation from it. Like...I don't know how to describe it...but it felt like a strange pulling. I was then pulled from my reverie with a hand gently tapping on my shoulder. I looked to see....none other than the subject of my sketch.
"You okay? he said, pausing for a second, "you looked like you were in a trance or something."
I shut my book, blushing brightly. That was so embarressing!
"No, I'm fine," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"Well..that's great.." he said, sitting down beside me, "I thought that you'd been taken over by the sketch pad or something."
I laughed a little at that. Well..it was partically true......
"So," he said, trying to start conversation,"Gotten any further on the story?"
"I just had class..and I didn't feel much up to it," I said, wondering what his reaction would be.
"Well..that's alright..you can start now...if you want..." he said, looking a bit..shy?
Yes....Mr. I-stood-up-against-preps-to-talk-to-you-in-music-class-and-I-could-be-one-of-them-if-I-wanted-to was looking a bit..sheepish. Who'd da thunk it? I smiled and told him that I was thinking about making another chapter by tomorrow and that he could read it by then. He face literally lit up like christmas lights. Fun to watch him get really excited over a piece of fiction that I wrote. - That almost makes me want to get it done sooner..to see his face light up like that again. Just then...some preps walked up and started talking with Legolas. I felt saddened and started to get up to leave.
"Where are you going?" Legolas asked, curious.
"Leave her be Leggy-poo..." one said, admiring his elf like ears, "she's probably late for class or something...."
"Nerd," another said, practically drooling on the blonde-haired boy.
Gross.....drool? Bet he feels real comfy right now..... I put my stuff in my bag and walked back into the school, almost feeling like crying. I didn't notice that I had run into one of the teachers, Mr. Mithrandir.
"Oh, sorry....Gandalf...." I said, sniffling a bit.
He's the only teacher that will let you use his first name.
"It's quite all right, Krys. Is something wrong?" he said, concern showing in his eyes.
"It's nothing much ..sir.." I said, looking down sadly.
He led me into his classroom, pulling up two chairs and a box of tissues. I took one tissue and dried my eyes with it.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong little one? Naturally I would want to know what's wrong with one of my best students," he said gently, smiling a bit.
"I..I met someone today..." I said, sniffling a bit.
"I had heard rumors of a new student that joined us today. He's the talk of the school I hear. Model student, top of the class, athlete, vocalist, ears like an elf....." Gandalf said, counting off the things describing Legolas.
"Yes..that's him," I said, "he almost seems perfect in every single way....."
"No one's perfect young one," he said, "there is always something wrong....even in seemingly perfect things."
"I know Gandalf....but a lot of people him as perfect.....and that he could be..one of them...."
"One of them?" he said, curious.
"Preps.....the "Perfect-thing-that-pushes-those-not-like-them-into-the-dirt-beneath-their-feet-and-say-that-dirt-is-better-place-for-the-unpopular-to-belong."
"Ah..one of those types," Gandalf said thoughtfully, "never did like their arrogance or harrassement of the other students."
Yeah..you and about 75% of the school.
"Tell me...does he seem to fit this stereotype?" Gandalf asked me.
"He looks like he could be one... but he doesn't act like one..... He acts like he doesn't care want anyone thinks about him and he does what he wants when he wants. Almost like he's never dealt with stereotyping before...."
"Finding a person like that seems rare..." Gandalf mused.
Duh...
"Well, I hope he doesn't change his ways. He sounds nice from what you've told me."
"I was upset when the preps practically ordered me to stay away from him. Like he was their God or something. All I did was be nice to him."
"Good manners on your part," Gandalf said, smiling a bit.
"Thank you," I said, almost blushing, " I found he really likes my fantasy work. He's read a bit of it...and I really want him to find out more, but the preps came along...... and.."
"Stole him away from you?"
"Yeah....what should I do Gandalf?"
"My advice young one is to stay friends with this one. He's a good soul and shouldn't be ruined."
"Thank you Gandalf-san," I said, adding on a japanese tag.
"You're welcome," Gandalf said in return, "now run along and get your books for class. Lunch is almost over..."
"Alright," I said smiling a bit, "See you next block Gandalf-san!"
He waved as I went outside his classroom and headed towards my locker. I felt a lot better after talking with Gandalf and people wonder why he's my favorite teacher. I put in my combo and opened my locker to get my books for his class(I had it right after lunch.) Once I got my books, someone slammed my locker in my face. When I looked to see who it was, I saw a group of preps standing right in front of me.
"We'd like to have a word with you," the seeming leader said, staring me down like a hawk would it's prey.
I started to get a bit scared and turned to walk away, trying to ignore them. One harshly grabbed my wrist, pulling me to face them again. The force made me drop my books with a thundering thud. Another grabbed a hold of my other free arms and the group dragged me to the back of the school. Once there, they roughly threw me to the ground. I winced as pain shot up my spine as I had landed on my tail bone.
"You're getting a lot attention for yourself..aren't you little one?"
"I don't know what your talking about," I said, telling the truth.
I recieved a slap for that. Ouch....that stings.
"You fully know what we mean, little sophmore," one junior said, sneering at me.
"Getting friendly with the new guy...." a freshman said, glaring.
"I'm just being nice to him because he's new....I don't have any interest in him...." I said, my face stinging with another slap.
"You're lying bitch," A senior said, slapping me again, "tell us the truth."
"But I'm telling you the truth!" I said, screaming as another hand came into contact with my already bruising face.
I then noticed that one of the juniors had a lit cigarette. That's illegal on school grounds, not like they couldn't get into anymore trouble now.
"I know how to make her spill," the junior with the cigarette said, puffing out a puff of smoke.
The other preps grinned like Cheshire cats and two brought me into a standing position against the brick wall.
"I hear tattooes are in these days," Cigarette girl said, takeing her cigarette in between two of her fingers.
My eyes widened in fear, knowing what she was about to do. I struggled against my captors, but their grip was like iron.
"Roll up her sleeve," Cigarette said, the two doing as told.
I suppressed a scream as the hot ash touched my skin, tears pouring down my cheeks. When she pushed harder into my skin, I let out a whimper of pain, tears stinging my bruised cheeks. She then took my other arm and stuck the cigarette in the other arm, my whimpering continuing as tears burned my eyes.
"Does that feel good Little one?" Cigarette girl said, pushing harder, causing me to finally scream.
I suddenly heard a familiar voice..it sounded like Aragorn's. The preps released me into a crying heap and ran off from the rugged Senior. I then felt familiar arms around me, telling me that it was Aragorn.
"Aragorn? Is that you?" I said weakly.
"Yes, it's me. Gandalf sent me when you didn't show up for class. What the hell happened to you?"
I was too upset to answer him and I just put my head on his shoulder, crying and sobbing as hard as I could.
"I..I don't know...why...why Aragorn-san? I did nothing wrong.....I was just trying to be nice to him," I sobbed, holding onto him as I cried.
He then gently started rocking me back and forth, rubbing my back gently, shushing me & trying to calm me down.
"Shh....Shh...you did nothing wrong...It's all right...." he said softly.
He then picked me up and carried me to te nurse, there she told me to rest until the bell rang to go home. She treated the burns and told me to wait until the bruises go down. I fell asleep after that, Aragorn said that he'd explain everything to the principal and see what he'd do and that I should rest. I like Aragorn..he's just like a big brother.....
I just fell alseep so no more writing for today......
Thanks, Krys
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Hey...It's me again. Krys... Hope I'm not bothering you with all the writing I do. It just feels good to have an outlet every now and then. Well..it does....
Anyway...I got into art class safely and mingled amongest friends. I may be a loner by nature, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy others company. Some people are actually nice. Like Frodo Baggins. He's an adorable freshman that tries to fit in though his uncle, Bilbo Baggins, raised him. Even though Bilbo isn't around most of the time, Frodo makes it okay.
Then there's Meridoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took(both are Frodo's cousins) the school joksters. Meridoc(or Merry as he prefers) usually gets his cousin(Peregrin or Pippin) to help in his schemes. If you've seen the disney movie 'The Lion King'(Which I'm pretty sure you have), Merry would be Timon and Pippin would be Pumbaa. Sam's also here.
Then there's Aragorn and Arwen. They are both in the senior class, though they aren't your typical snobby 'upper classmen.' They're not 'I'm-in-the-top-of-the-high-school-heap-so-it-makes-me-look-good-to-be-nice-to-everybody-including-you senior' but more like 'I-like-you-as-a-person-and-I-don't-care-what-anyone-thinks-of-me senior.' It's cool that there are people that actually care. Too bad that they're graduating this year. What a drag. Anyway....Aragorn looks like he should be a forest ranger or a cowboy more than a student. No joke. He speaks a few languages, great at fencing and fighting sports(archery too!), and fairly high in the scale of the top class. Arwen is smart(top of the class smart!), caring, rich(her Dad is a lord or something(Though why he would send his baby girl to a crummy place like this is his own reason)) and pretty. Very Pretty. Though why she would hang out with a bunch of underclassmen instead of the high life of popularity is beyond me. She could have everything she desires but hangs out with the commoners. But who am I to complain?
I got out my current project and started work when the bell rang for class to start.
"Hey..did you guys hear?" One kid said to some other students who were willing to listen, "A new kid came in today."
"I hear he was transferred here from Mirkwood," Another kid said.
"Mirkwood!? Isn't that like..the top school in America!?" Another said.
"Yeah,"the first kid said,"so why come to this crummy place?"
"Maybe he got kicked out," One student piped in.
"Maybe his parents suddenly went bankrupt and had to send their kid to a cheaper place to save on money."
I didn't believe that last one. He looked too clean cut and soap smelling to be considered bankrupt.
.......He was right behind me when I smelled the soap! What were you thinking? .....Hentai...
"So has anyone actually met him yet?" the teacher said, joining into the conversation.
Sometimes, the teachers like to get dirt on people too.
A lot of people shook their heads no, and a few said they actually saw him....which makes me the only person that has actually met him in this class. But I don't plan on saying anything.
"Well..I heard he has long blonde hair," One student said.
"I heard that he was extremely smart!" Another student said.
"I heard he was the top of the archery class!" another student piped his two cents in.
"Never missed a single shot in his life!" one said.
"I've heard that he's got ears like an elf or fairy or something,"
"I've seen them!" A female student announced.
Why can't we all work on our projects? The Art Show is starting soon and who wants to look at incomplete work? I continued my work like a good student until I realized that I was finished. Wonder day! I turned it into my teacher and she let me have the rest of the block to do what I want. Sweet! I found my sketch pad in my bag and started my latest work..the one with Jun surrounded by the Faeries. See what happens when you learn to keep your mouth shut? -
"Your're awfully quiet today," Aragorn said, looking over my shoulder.
"I'm always quiet Aragorn," I said, pausing for a bit.
"He means more than usual," Merry said, then hitting Pippin to make him put his two cents in.
"Oi, yeah," Pippin said, nursing a sore arm, "what's on your mind?"
"Nothing.." I said, trying to come up with a good excuse, "just tired I guess."
"Maybe she met the new guy," One student said, making me nearly jump out my skin.
"She's met him? What's he like?" Some students said, gathering around.
Oh...great! Keeping mouth shut should NOT have been an option!
"Well..he's ....tall...and has long blonde hair...."
"I knew it!" One student exclaimed.
"Uhh......he's..really..nice?" I said, not liking this extra attention.
"As in personality or looks? Come on girl, Details! Give us details!" One female student asked.
I blushed, not wanting to answer any more questions. Lucky for me, Aragorn gave them "The Look." Trust me, you don't want to be on the recieving end of "The Look" from Aragorn. He's scary if he gives someone "The Look." "The Look" is basically Aragorn's way of saying 'stay away before I decide to make you stay away..permantly.' Nuff' said. They all backed down and I wanted to hug Aragorn. He saved me..what did you expect? Huggles to Aragorn! -
The topic then changed to the halloween dance next month. Finally, a familiar topic. I'm not sure what I'm going to be this year, but I know what everyone else is! We have themes for costumes this year. Something out of a fairy tale(my forte! -) Arwen going to be a very pretty duchess that walked out of the 16/17th century. Aragorn going with her as a huntsman(he could pass off as one right now). My freshman friends(Frodo, Sam, Merry, & Pippin) are going as pirates(they look so cute in costume! -) Arwen & the others are still helping me with my costume, but I have no idea what I want to be. I was pretty much by myself. Aragorn was going with Arwen, Merry & Pippin have their girlfriends and Sam & Frodo are together.
Yes...they are gay.....I see nothing wrong with that what so ever. If you love someone, and that someone loves you back, you should be together by default, no matter what gender you or your partner is. Nuff' said.
Anyway, I'm basically by myself, and I'm not taking applications. Not this soon. I've had a bad break up and everyone knows it. Aragorn & Arwen were nice enough to let me come with them, but I'd just be like a third wheel so I turned them down. Merry even offered we could all go as a group, but I said no to that, still be considered a third wheel(or the ninth wheel if you include everyone) I even considered not going at all, but Arwen wouldn't hear of that. It was her senior year and she wanted to have fun with ALL of her friends, which included me too. The others agreed too, though Aragorn was the only other senior. I went back to drawing, trying to ignore the conversation completely. I then finally finished the pencil outline. I forgot to bring my inking pens, but that's okay; I can always finish it later. Not feeling up to writing, I started making a new sketch, though my mind wasn't that much in it. Just letting my imagination wonder and my pencil flying in all sorts of directions. I felt relaxed whenever I have a brain dump; just letting go of whatever's on your mind.
"Hey, that looks just like the new guy," one student said, looking over my shoulder and bringing me out of my trance.
I looked down at my drawing and sure enough, there was Legolas, though he looked..different. He still had his long blonde hair and blue beyond blue eyes, and elf ears. But he was dressed differently. He was dressed in a forest-like garb, like he was a warrior..or a woodland prince. He was also holding a magestic bow(great detail) and he looked like he was about to shoot you with his arrows. Pretty awesome if you ask me.
"Looks like our little miss has a crush on the new boy," one student said, grinning over my shoulder.
"I do not!" I retorted, blushing in the process.
"Denial..." two students said simultaneously.
I was about to say something nasty to them at that comment, but the bell rang for lunch. Thank you God! I put my stuff up and practically ran to the lunch room...even though I was going to be there quickly anyway.... I got my lunch and sat outside since it was really pretty out and who wants to waste a pretty day indoors? Not me! -
'Sides, it's a lot quieter out here than with all the rudeness and noise of the school cafeteria. Most just stay out here for that reason..to get away from the muck and myer of teen life. While I was eating, I pulled out my sketch pad and sketched one of the sakura blossum trees nearby. It's really pretty if you catch them in spring time, but it's early autumn. Well...I still like them, considering that it was my favorite tree. - I then saw the picture of Legolas I drew earlier and then I sort of felt a weird sensation from it. Like...I don't know how to describe it...but it felt like a strange pulling. I was then pulled from my reverie with a hand gently tapping on my shoulder. I looked to see....none other than the subject of my sketch.
"You okay? he said, pausing for a second, "you looked like you were in a trance or something."
I shut my book, blushing brightly. That was so embarressing!
"No, I'm fine," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"Well..that's great.." he said, sitting down beside me, "I thought that you'd been taken over by the sketch pad or something."
I laughed a little at that. Well..it was partically true......
"So," he said, trying to start conversation,"Gotten any further on the story?"
"I just had class..and I didn't feel much up to it," I said, wondering what his reaction would be.
"Well..that's alright..you can start now...if you want..." he said, looking a bit..shy?
Yes....Mr. I-stood-up-against-preps-to-talk-to-you-in-music-class-and-I-could-be-one-of-them-if-I-wanted-to was looking a bit..sheepish. Who'd da thunk it? I smiled and told him that I was thinking about making another chapter by tomorrow and that he could read it by then. He face literally lit up like christmas lights. Fun to watch him get really excited over a piece of fiction that I wrote. - That almost makes me want to get it done sooner..to see his face light up like that again. Just then...some preps walked up and started talking with Legolas. I felt saddened and started to get up to leave.
"Where are you going?" Legolas asked, curious.
"Leave her be Leggy-poo..." one said, admiring his elf like ears, "she's probably late for class or something...."
"Nerd," another said, practically drooling on the blonde-haired boy.
Gross.....drool? Bet he feels real comfy right now..... I put my stuff in my bag and walked back into the school, almost feeling like crying. I didn't notice that I had run into one of the teachers, Mr. Mithrandir.
"Oh, sorry....Gandalf...." I said, sniffling a bit.
He's the only teacher that will let you use his first name.
"It's quite all right, Krys. Is something wrong?" he said, concern showing in his eyes.
"It's nothing much ..sir.." I said, looking down sadly.
He led me into his classroom, pulling up two chairs and a box of tissues. I took one tissue and dried my eyes with it.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong little one? Naturally I would want to know what's wrong with one of my best students," he said gently, smiling a bit.
"I..I met someone today..." I said, sniffling a bit.
"I had heard rumors of a new student that joined us today. He's the talk of the school I hear. Model student, top of the class, athlete, vocalist, ears like an elf....." Gandalf said, counting off the things describing Legolas.
"Yes..that's him," I said, "he almost seems perfect in every single way....."
"No one's perfect young one," he said, "there is always something wrong....even in seemingly perfect things."
"I know Gandalf....but a lot of people him as perfect.....and that he could be..one of them...."
"One of them?" he said, curious.
"Preps.....the "Perfect-thing-that-pushes-those-not-like-them-into-the-dirt-beneath-their-feet-and-say-that-dirt-is-better-place-for-the-unpopular-to-belong."
"Ah..one of those types," Gandalf said thoughtfully, "never did like their arrogance or harrassement of the other students."
Yeah..you and about 75% of the school.
"Tell me...does he seem to fit this stereotype?" Gandalf asked me.
"He looks like he could be one... but he doesn't act like one..... He acts like he doesn't care want anyone thinks about him and he does what he wants when he wants. Almost like he's never dealt with stereotyping before...."
"Finding a person like that seems rare..." Gandalf mused.
Duh...
"Well, I hope he doesn't change his ways. He sounds nice from what you've told me."
"I was upset when the preps practically ordered me to stay away from him. Like he was their God or something. All I did was be nice to him."
"Good manners on your part," Gandalf said, smiling a bit.
"Thank you," I said, almost blushing, " I found he really likes my fantasy work. He's read a bit of it...and I really want him to find out more, but the preps came along...... and.."
"Stole him away from you?"
"Yeah....what should I do Gandalf?"
"My advice young one is to stay friends with this one. He's a good soul and shouldn't be ruined."
"Thank you Gandalf-san," I said, adding on a japanese tag.
"You're welcome," Gandalf said in return, "now run along and get your books for class. Lunch is almost over..."
"Alright," I said smiling a bit, "See you next block Gandalf-san!"
He waved as I went outside his classroom and headed towards my locker. I felt a lot better after talking with Gandalf and people wonder why he's my favorite teacher. I put in my combo and opened my locker to get my books for his class(I had it right after lunch.) Once I got my books, someone slammed my locker in my face. When I looked to see who it was, I saw a group of preps standing right in front of me.
"We'd like to have a word with you," the seeming leader said, staring me down like a hawk would it's prey.
I started to get a bit scared and turned to walk away, trying to ignore them. One harshly grabbed my wrist, pulling me to face them again. The force made me drop my books with a thundering thud. Another grabbed a hold of my other free arms and the group dragged me to the back of the school. Once there, they roughly threw me to the ground. I winced as pain shot up my spine as I had landed on my tail bone.
"You're getting a lot attention for yourself..aren't you little one?"
"I don't know what your talking about," I said, telling the truth.
I recieved a slap for that. Ouch....that stings.
"You fully know what we mean, little sophmore," one junior said, sneering at me.
"Getting friendly with the new guy...." a freshman said, glaring.
"I'm just being nice to him because he's new....I don't have any interest in him...." I said, my face stinging with another slap.
"You're lying bitch," A senior said, slapping me again, "tell us the truth."
"But I'm telling you the truth!" I said, screaming as another hand came into contact with my already bruising face.
I then noticed that one of the juniors had a lit cigarette. That's illegal on school grounds, not like they couldn't get into anymore trouble now.
"I know how to make her spill," the junior with the cigarette said, puffing out a puff of smoke.
The other preps grinned like Cheshire cats and two brought me into a standing position against the brick wall.
"I hear tattooes are in these days," Cigarette girl said, takeing her cigarette in between two of her fingers.
My eyes widened in fear, knowing what she was about to do. I struggled against my captors, but their grip was like iron.
"Roll up her sleeve," Cigarette said, the two doing as told.
I suppressed a scream as the hot ash touched my skin, tears pouring down my cheeks. When she pushed harder into my skin, I let out a whimper of pain, tears stinging my bruised cheeks. She then took my other arm and stuck the cigarette in the other arm, my whimpering continuing as tears burned my eyes.
"Does that feel good Little one?" Cigarette girl said, pushing harder, causing me to finally scream.
I suddenly heard a familiar voice..it sounded like Aragorn's. The preps released me into a crying heap and ran off from the rugged Senior. I then felt familiar arms around me, telling me that it was Aragorn.
"Aragorn? Is that you?" I said weakly.
"Yes, it's me. Gandalf sent me when you didn't show up for class. What the hell happened to you?"
I was too upset to answer him and I just put my head on his shoulder, crying and sobbing as hard as I could.
"I..I don't know...why...why Aragorn-san? I did nothing wrong.....I was just trying to be nice to him," I sobbed, holding onto him as I cried.
He then gently started rocking me back and forth, rubbing my back gently, shushing me & trying to calm me down.
"Shh....Shh...you did nothing wrong...It's all right...." he said softly.
He then picked me up and carried me to te nurse, there she told me to rest until the bell rang to go home. She treated the burns and told me to wait until the bruises go down. I fell asleep after that, Aragorn said that he'd explain everything to the principal and see what he'd do and that I should rest. I like Aragorn..he's just like a big brother.....
I just fell alseep so no more writing for today......
Thanks, Krys
