True to my word, this update is not a month after the last one!
Liliac - Heheheh, Giri's torments were numerous and long, and a small fraction of them are detailed in the next chapter (I want it to be good)
The Noble Platypus - *Receives hug gratefully* yes, and if what we talked about is still okay for you I'll start preparations soon. That song doesn't bug me; I have a friend back home who sings something VERY similar!
KittyCatBlack - *blushes* I'm glad you liked it! And you REALLY don't like Giri much, do you?
Fireblade K'Chona - Thank you
Huinesoron - *grins* yep, yep, and yep!
Phaidra - Glad this came at a good time! And you'll see what happened to Giri in the next chapter . . . *wicked grin*
Dragon emperess - that's the plan!
Rylee Smith - Thank you, and look, I am!
Gayahithwen - Hmmm, the Sindarin . . . Well, considering her name is meant to be Miritinuvielwen (Bejewelled Nightingale Woman), and actually means Shuddering Nightingale Woman, perhaps I should have said something that sounds Sindarin (or as Giri would say, something that sound elvish). Giri IS uber-sue and cannot/ will not be saved. She probably has a problem with Hannah's name because it's normal. And Nicole . . . she isn't really meant to be a Mary Sue, just a fangirl . . . I'm not always as clear as I mean to be, sorry. But my plans for a canonical college are!
Tiri and Mary - Yup, I'm back! And it's brilliant to see all of you! *Tries to lure Orlando with the gift basket rum. Looks up guiltily* where was I? Oh yes, well, as penance for my earlier lapse, here's another, longer, chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer – The academy, and all members of it, are mine. People mentioned in the academy and visitors to the academy are normally somebody else's, but I ask permission first, so I shouldn't get sued (in the legal sense, not the Giri sense). Middle Earth is Tolkien's and although I can't ask his permission, I can bow down in awe at his brilliance, and make a small stand against the vandals who mangle it.
Diary of an Undercover Sue
Chapter 10 - Return of Giri! Boo!
The doors to the hall slam open, and Giri stands there, breathing heavily and glaring round the room. I'm quite surprised to see her so dishevelled; her golden hair is tangled and filled with sticks and leaves, her pale skin scratched and bruised, and her dress shredded.
I realise that, since she wrote the story she was just in, the character was probably so like her in appearance that they didn't bother putting her through the Sueifier. And the result is her encounter with the PPC has left very visible marks!
She spotted me, and she starts storming down the aisle between the tables. Sally and Nicole stand up to defend me, but I shake my head and stand up myself. I can handle anything Giri can dish out . . . I see the look in her eyes, and gulp. I hope I can handle it!
"Lisa Dovewhite, you are SO dead!" she growls, standing toe to toe with me "Once I find out how you sabotaged my story, you'll be expelled for sure!"
"Surely being expelled will be the least of my worries if you're going to kill me?" I ask mildly. Not entirely sensible, but oh so satisfying to see the look on her face.
"Anyway, you know what happened, and you know it wasn't my fault." The PPC has a policy of reading the sue the charge list, and unless Giri really annoyed them, they would have done that. And there's no way Giri can link the PPC back to me.
She narrows her eyes "It was your fault. I don't know how you did it, but you . . . will . . . pay!" and with clenched teeth, she storms out the room.
Sally and Nicole glance at me curiously as I sit down.
"What did you mean, she knew what happened? It sounded like you knew too . . ." asks Sally.
I shrug "She has to know . . . she was there! And when she thinks about it, she'll realise I couldn't have done anything". I wish I could tell them the truth, but I can't compromise the mission. I look down at my breakfast and sigh. I'm suddenly not that hungry.
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I'm in another useless lesson (Natures make up kit; what plants make you beautiful) when a student knocks on the door.
"The headmistress wants to see Lisa Dovewhite"
I follow the student down the corridor, trying to work out what I've done now. The only thing I can think of is that Giri has been complaining about me. I reach her door and the other student smiles sympathetically and leaves. I knock, and go in.
The headmistress is sitting at her desk, crying softly. She has a few pages in her hand, and she's holding them ever so tightly. Instinctively I walk round the desk, and put my hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
She looks up at me, and I realise she's smiling. "I found it" she whispers.
"Found what?" I'm confused.
She holds up the pages. "The perfect canonical Middle Earth self insert" She looks at it in reverence. "When I first came here, I dreamed of a story like this."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I hard Giri telling one of the girls a version of the headmistresses story, but I'd rather hear it from her.
"I was a Tolkien nut as a child. I had all of the books I could find, and I read them again and again. When I saw an advert on the internet for this school, I jumped at the chance. Imagine, being able to go to Middle Earth! But every time I went into a story, it was a sham . . . Nothing like Middle Earth was meant to be. And the more stories I went to, the worse it got. When the teachers made me the offer of being headmistress, I said yes. And for a while I was happy; I had a say in what was happening, I could try and find the real Middle Earth. It wasn't till I saw a story written by a pupil I had taught I realised I hadn't changed anything . . . I might even have made it worse. That's the day I rescued Mornil. I've tried to make changes, but the teachers have been resisting."
She looks at me, and I suddenly wonder who she really is, underneath the Sueification.
"When I heard Giri was going to try and take over, I was determined that would never happen . . . I met her when she started, and she's so . . . she's the kind of person Middle Earth needs saving from. Then THAT story came along and I was out voted by the other teachers. She was sent in. But for some reason she didn't complete it"
This is it I think. "It wasn't me . . . I mean I . . ."
But she holds her hand up "That's not why I asked you here. Giri did come to see me and she did say it was some how your fault . . . between you and me, if it was, thank you . . . but there's no proof. No, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be in this story."
I look at the front page. It's called 'Don't Panic'. My heart accelerates. A canonical story! How perfect would that be?
"Technically, I shouldn't be asking you this. The other teachers have already banned this story, saying it's unsuitable . . . Eru knows why! But I could try to over ride them . . ."
And I bet I know what would happen . . . it wouldn't work at the best, and at the worst . . . she could get over thrown. Slowly, regretfully, I shake my head.
She smiles as if she understands, and I go to leave. Stopping at the door, I turn around. "What's your name?"
"Elizabeth" she answers. I smile, and leave . . . Who'd have thought it? We have much more in common than I would ever have imagined.
(A/N) The perfect self insert mentioned in this chapter actually exists! Don't Panic is written by boz4PM, one of my favourite authors, and I HIGHLY recommend that you read it. It is a jewel of a story, and remains almost perfectly canonical at all times! Shoo, go read, and be amazed moved and awed!
And next time on Diary of an Undercover Sue, we have details of Giri's torture! Plus plot development!
Liliac - Heheheh, Giri's torments were numerous and long, and a small fraction of them are detailed in the next chapter (I want it to be good)
The Noble Platypus - *Receives hug gratefully* yes, and if what we talked about is still okay for you I'll start preparations soon. That song doesn't bug me; I have a friend back home who sings something VERY similar!
KittyCatBlack - *blushes* I'm glad you liked it! And you REALLY don't like Giri much, do you?
Fireblade K'Chona - Thank you
Huinesoron - *grins* yep, yep, and yep!
Phaidra - Glad this came at a good time! And you'll see what happened to Giri in the next chapter . . . *wicked grin*
Dragon emperess - that's the plan!
Rylee Smith - Thank you, and look, I am!
Gayahithwen - Hmmm, the Sindarin . . . Well, considering her name is meant to be Miritinuvielwen (Bejewelled Nightingale Woman), and actually means Shuddering Nightingale Woman, perhaps I should have said something that sounds Sindarin (or as Giri would say, something that sound elvish). Giri IS uber-sue and cannot/ will not be saved. She probably has a problem with Hannah's name because it's normal. And Nicole . . . she isn't really meant to be a Mary Sue, just a fangirl . . . I'm not always as clear as I mean to be, sorry. But my plans for a canonical college are!
Tiri and Mary - Yup, I'm back! And it's brilliant to see all of you! *Tries to lure Orlando with the gift basket rum. Looks up guiltily* where was I? Oh yes, well, as penance for my earlier lapse, here's another, longer, chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer – The academy, and all members of it, are mine. People mentioned in the academy and visitors to the academy are normally somebody else's, but I ask permission first, so I shouldn't get sued (in the legal sense, not the Giri sense). Middle Earth is Tolkien's and although I can't ask his permission, I can bow down in awe at his brilliance, and make a small stand against the vandals who mangle it.
Diary of an Undercover Sue
Chapter 10 - Return of Giri! Boo!
The doors to the hall slam open, and Giri stands there, breathing heavily and glaring round the room. I'm quite surprised to see her so dishevelled; her golden hair is tangled and filled with sticks and leaves, her pale skin scratched and bruised, and her dress shredded.
I realise that, since she wrote the story she was just in, the character was probably so like her in appearance that they didn't bother putting her through the Sueifier. And the result is her encounter with the PPC has left very visible marks!
She spotted me, and she starts storming down the aisle between the tables. Sally and Nicole stand up to defend me, but I shake my head and stand up myself. I can handle anything Giri can dish out . . . I see the look in her eyes, and gulp. I hope I can handle it!
"Lisa Dovewhite, you are SO dead!" she growls, standing toe to toe with me "Once I find out how you sabotaged my story, you'll be expelled for sure!"
"Surely being expelled will be the least of my worries if you're going to kill me?" I ask mildly. Not entirely sensible, but oh so satisfying to see the look on her face.
"Anyway, you know what happened, and you know it wasn't my fault." The PPC has a policy of reading the sue the charge list, and unless Giri really annoyed them, they would have done that. And there's no way Giri can link the PPC back to me.
She narrows her eyes "It was your fault. I don't know how you did it, but you . . . will . . . pay!" and with clenched teeth, she storms out the room.
Sally and Nicole glance at me curiously as I sit down.
"What did you mean, she knew what happened? It sounded like you knew too . . ." asks Sally.
I shrug "She has to know . . . she was there! And when she thinks about it, she'll realise I couldn't have done anything". I wish I could tell them the truth, but I can't compromise the mission. I look down at my breakfast and sigh. I'm suddenly not that hungry.
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I'm in another useless lesson (Natures make up kit; what plants make you beautiful) when a student knocks on the door.
"The headmistress wants to see Lisa Dovewhite"
I follow the student down the corridor, trying to work out what I've done now. The only thing I can think of is that Giri has been complaining about me. I reach her door and the other student smiles sympathetically and leaves. I knock, and go in.
The headmistress is sitting at her desk, crying softly. She has a few pages in her hand, and she's holding them ever so tightly. Instinctively I walk round the desk, and put my hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
She looks up at me, and I realise she's smiling. "I found it" she whispers.
"Found what?" I'm confused.
She holds up the pages. "The perfect canonical Middle Earth self insert" She looks at it in reverence. "When I first came here, I dreamed of a story like this."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I hard Giri telling one of the girls a version of the headmistresses story, but I'd rather hear it from her.
"I was a Tolkien nut as a child. I had all of the books I could find, and I read them again and again. When I saw an advert on the internet for this school, I jumped at the chance. Imagine, being able to go to Middle Earth! But every time I went into a story, it was a sham . . . Nothing like Middle Earth was meant to be. And the more stories I went to, the worse it got. When the teachers made me the offer of being headmistress, I said yes. And for a while I was happy; I had a say in what was happening, I could try and find the real Middle Earth. It wasn't till I saw a story written by a pupil I had taught I realised I hadn't changed anything . . . I might even have made it worse. That's the day I rescued Mornil. I've tried to make changes, but the teachers have been resisting."
She looks at me, and I suddenly wonder who she really is, underneath the Sueification.
"When I heard Giri was going to try and take over, I was determined that would never happen . . . I met her when she started, and she's so . . . she's the kind of person Middle Earth needs saving from. Then THAT story came along and I was out voted by the other teachers. She was sent in. But for some reason she didn't complete it"
This is it I think. "It wasn't me . . . I mean I . . ."
But she holds her hand up "That's not why I asked you here. Giri did come to see me and she did say it was some how your fault . . . between you and me, if it was, thank you . . . but there's no proof. No, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be in this story."
I look at the front page. It's called 'Don't Panic'. My heart accelerates. A canonical story! How perfect would that be?
"Technically, I shouldn't be asking you this. The other teachers have already banned this story, saying it's unsuitable . . . Eru knows why! But I could try to over ride them . . ."
And I bet I know what would happen . . . it wouldn't work at the best, and at the worst . . . she could get over thrown. Slowly, regretfully, I shake my head.
She smiles as if she understands, and I go to leave. Stopping at the door, I turn around. "What's your name?"
"Elizabeth" she answers. I smile, and leave . . . Who'd have thought it? We have much more in common than I would ever have imagined.
(A/N) The perfect self insert mentioned in this chapter actually exists! Don't Panic is written by boz4PM, one of my favourite authors, and I HIGHLY recommend that you read it. It is a jewel of a story, and remains almost perfectly canonical at all times! Shoo, go read, and be amazed moved and awed!
And next time on Diary of an Undercover Sue, we have details of Giri's torture! Plus plot development!