Oookie dokie ya'll! Here's chapter 2! I don't have much else to say except
Panda, be afraid be very afraid.
Disclaimer: I do not own the following: Merry Brandybuck, Dominic Monagan (I can't spell that last name), Clay Aiken, 2650 Grange Hall rd, that little pond next to 2650 Grange Hall rd, the dancing monkey in my head. I do however own the permanent marker that I used to write I love Monkeys on my wrist.
Here's the next friggin chapter!!!!!
Chapter 2: My Barn is Driving Me Crazy!
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Fran lived on a long road that went all the way from in town to the highway about 2 miles away from her house. She lived on a section of the road that was isolated from the rest of Gus Mall Rd. On one end was a large pond that caused the road to swerve dangerously around it, the road continued past 4 houses and then disappeared over a large hill.
Fran's house was the first house after the pond, a large two story brick with orange shutters. Right across from the Range household lived an old widow and her mentally handicapped son in a small pink house with more cats than all of Siberia in the front yard. Next to the widow's house was her other son and his family. Their house was practically underground all you could see was the roof at ground level, and the cages in which they kept their two St. Bernard's. Across from the owners of the St. Bernard's was the Fritter household. It was a one-story ranch style house. The Fritter's owned two dogs. They also had a son named Derrick, he was an only child. He was also 14, just like Fran, but enough about the Fritter's that's as much as you need to know about them.
Let's go back to Fran, who was sitting in her garage with a hobbit that just happened to be Meriadoc Brandybuck.
"I seem to be lost," the hobbit chatted calmly, he was either in shock or had no idea that he was definitely not in the Shire, "Would you mind pointing me in the direction of the Brandywine? If I can find that I'll be home soon enough." he draddled off talking about other such nonsense.
"Uh. I don't think you understand Meridoc, you aren't-" Fran tried to tell the hobbit, but he was not going to let her finish.
"I never caught your name, Miss," he asked.
"Fran. Look, you are not in Middle Earth," she blurted out. Merry's eyes got wide.
"Then where could I be?" he asked not sure he was believing the crazy Big Person.
"Indiana."
"Indiana?"
"Indiana." Fran looked at the hobbit his face changed from a look of clam to a look of utter confusion.
"You know who I am don't you?" he asked slowly not sure of what really else to say. Fran just nodded her head in answer. "So, therefore, I must be."
"You're in Earth, and on that you would be in America, or the good ol' U. S. of A.," she explained to him.
"So, am I dead or dreaming?"
"I was thinking the same thing,"
"FRAN SHUT THAT DAMN DOG UP!" her father yelled through the door.
" I'M WORKIN' ON IT IGHT?" she screamed right back startling the young hobbit.
"So, what's going to happen to me?" he asked.
"I haven't a fucking clue." She said standing up and opening the garage door.
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Derrick Fritter heard the Range's garage door open. Even across the acre of open field that separated their houses. The field belonged to the Range's but they never cared when he or his dogs were in it, it's not like they used it on a regular basis. He looked out his window expecting to see what he saw every weekday morning; Fran letting her dog out and getting it some fresh water and food.
Today he saw just that, except when she was done she ushered a small creature across the yard and into the barn that served as a holding tank for the useless crap that her mother held onto for no apparent reason. Why in the world is she taking someone into the barn? He asked himself watching the two disappear into the barn. The person was about as tall as Fran's 7-year-old sister, Velma, but it couldn't be her because it was dressed like a guy. Velma was about as girlie as it got when it came to 7 year olds.
He wondered if Fran would ride the bus today or not, if so he'd have to ask her about it. If not, well. he didn't know when he could ask her. It's not like her friends were really fans of his. He didn't exactly come off as someone who would even talk to a girl like Fran. He was sort of preppy, but a funny prep guy. Those joking kind that don't seem like prep's cause they are just. normal.
Fran was not preppy. Fran was the anti-prep, along with her friends. They had been behind the scheme in which someone had put posters on all the preppy-girl's lockers that read NO PREPPIES! Derrick thought it was hilarious, but never told anyone that he knew that it had been Fran and her friends who planted the posters. Fran's friends did things that a lot of people would love to do, but never had the courage. They learned phrases from non-existent languages and went around the school shouting them. They talked about fictional characters as if they were real. They LOVED Lord of the Rings.
Derrick remembered one day when the school went on a field trip to the Aquarium. Fran and a few of her friends had sat behind him and a few of his. Erin was making fun of them for their love of the Tolkein works and in short reply they began to respond to the taunting. In Elvish!
"Dolle Naa Lost!" her friend Nicole calmly said. *Your head is empty*
"Lilie n'canima ar'lle atara lanneina," Eliza calmly remarked. *You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny*
"Amin Mela lle," Fran said smiling mischievously at Derrick. * I don't think it would be fair to actually tell you what this one meant, sorry! -DB*
"Did you just cuss me out?" he asked. Her friends were looking at her like she was nuts. No more was said in elvish that day.
So obviously Derrick and Fran came from two different sides of the food chain. He was at the top, and she was at the bottom. Her friends hated him, and his friends hated her. Even though there was one place where they could be on level ground. Desktop. It was the school newspaper's class. Fran was the editor and she ran the show. Even though she never acted like she was any better than the rest of them. All she had to do was yell at the class and they'd get to work getting together the next issue when it came to crunch time.
By the time Derrick was ready for the bus Fran was long gone, she had ridden with her Dad to school. He guessed he'd have to ask about it some other time.
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Fran walked into the school lobby from the side hallway like she always did. Today though she was practically running into the lobby. Her best guy friend Forest was sitting in the corner looking glum as usual.
"Okay, buck up grumpy pants cause I've got some creepy news," she said as she stood in front of him.
"What is it today?" he asked obviously unenthused. She sat down and quietly whispered so as the mentally handicapped kids and the one 7th grader could not hear her,
"There's a hobbit in my barn."
"What the flying fuck?"
"There's a freaking hobbit in my freaking barn. Do you freaking know what this means?"
"You're freaking losing it?"
"Forest!" she punched her friend on the arm, "I'm not kidding, he's actually there! And the thing is he's-" Fran was cut off by the loud crash of a backpack landing 2" away from her hand.
"Hello George," Fran said turning away from Forest and ending the conversation.
George was Fran's ex-boyfriend now supposedly friend. He was also a perverted freak. He also liked to tick Fran off. Fran suspected that he was the Anti-Christ.
"Oh, don't stop talking cause I'm here, or did I intrude on something important?" he asked smiling in that annoying way he had.
"Well, it's important but it can wait. It's just my sanity that's at stake, that's all," she sarcastically grumbled.
"Oh please Fran, come on! You never trust me anymore!" George was being serious for a change.
"Listen, you both need to promise not to think I'm crazy, or make fun of me, or tell anyone what you hear,"
"What are we promising?" asked Fran's spunky red head friend.
"Thank God you're here, you'll actually believe me, Tami." (Yes Panda, Tami, kinda like Tommy)
"Well, come on tell me!" Tami said sitting down and slinging the cow decoreated lunch box off her shoulders.
"Shouldn't you just wait till everyone's here and then tell 'em?" Forest asked.
"Stupid Forest!" Tami yelled hitting him on the head with the lunch box.
"He's right, it'll just be easier that way," Fran said and they sat and waited as the group gathered.
The next to show was Nicole who sat down heavily and was given the 411. Eliza soon came and they were all ready to hear the tale.
At about the same time Derrick walked past the lobby, he had to hurry and get to the bookstore, which he ran each morning for NJHS (National Junior Honor Society). He stood on tiptoes and looked over the heads of the crowd. He could see Fran sitting in the middle of her group of friends. They were all listening intently to what she was saying. He suspected it had something to do with the creature he saw this morning.
"Okay, here's the scoop. Kelly was barking at something in the garage this morning. So I went out there to check it out right? Well, as I'm goin' out there I turn on the light like I always do and something in there is yelling, AND it let her out of her kennel. Well I jump out their ready to attack and there is the last thing I expect to see in Small-town, Indiana."
"What???" her friends asked at the same time.
"A hobbit, and not just any hobbit, Meriadoc Brandybuck!" They sat in silence, "He's in my barn right now, I just hope mom doesn't decide to venture out there and look around for a hobbit or sumthing."
No one said anything.
"I'm not crazy!" Fran said defensively, "I'm not!"
"Fran, I know you hate winter and all, and the cold makes our minds think-" Nicole tried to soothe.
"I KNOW WHAT I SAW! I AIN'T CRAZY YA'LL!" she yelled. People looked at her.
"Fran, don't yell or they will definitely think you're crazy!" Forest said holding the wriggling teenager back.
" I know what I saw! He talked to me, told me he needed to find the Brandywine! Come on dudes, this something straight out of fan fiction. Tami, You believe me right?" Tami averted her gaze. "Eliza?" she looked away as well, " Not even you George I guess," he was studying his sneakers.
"FINE, I don't need you to believe me! I know I'm not nuts and that's all I need to know." The bell rang and Fran jumped up and ran to her locker. She went the other way past the bookstore, as she brushed briskly by past thousands of talkative 7th graders Derrick saw her. He watched as she turned a tear-streaked face his way, and manage a smile.
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This my friend's is a signature 'Bagpipes cliffhanger. Hopefully I've got you begging for more if not oh well, tell me I need more interesting things to happen. Tell me you hate this story, Tell me you love this story, tell me that you know that I am basing all these characters off of people I know. I don't care tell me anything! Just hit that lil review button over there. Thank you!-DB:D
Blue Flame Angel: Sorry, but I wanted to do a Merry Fanfiction. Pippin is cool I'll admit, my buddy Pyscopanda loves him! But sadly he's not here! If you want some Took action tho, Psycopanda has a fanfiction with him in it. It's called Nice Place to Visit check it out!
I LOVE MONKEYS!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the following: Merry Brandybuck, Dominic Monagan (I can't spell that last name), Clay Aiken, 2650 Grange Hall rd, that little pond next to 2650 Grange Hall rd, the dancing monkey in my head. I do however own the permanent marker that I used to write I love Monkeys on my wrist.
Here's the next friggin chapter!!!!!
Chapter 2: My Barn is Driving Me Crazy!
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Fran lived on a long road that went all the way from in town to the highway about 2 miles away from her house. She lived on a section of the road that was isolated from the rest of Gus Mall Rd. On one end was a large pond that caused the road to swerve dangerously around it, the road continued past 4 houses and then disappeared over a large hill.
Fran's house was the first house after the pond, a large two story brick with orange shutters. Right across from the Range household lived an old widow and her mentally handicapped son in a small pink house with more cats than all of Siberia in the front yard. Next to the widow's house was her other son and his family. Their house was practically underground all you could see was the roof at ground level, and the cages in which they kept their two St. Bernard's. Across from the owners of the St. Bernard's was the Fritter household. It was a one-story ranch style house. The Fritter's owned two dogs. They also had a son named Derrick, he was an only child. He was also 14, just like Fran, but enough about the Fritter's that's as much as you need to know about them.
Let's go back to Fran, who was sitting in her garage with a hobbit that just happened to be Meriadoc Brandybuck.
"I seem to be lost," the hobbit chatted calmly, he was either in shock or had no idea that he was definitely not in the Shire, "Would you mind pointing me in the direction of the Brandywine? If I can find that I'll be home soon enough." he draddled off talking about other such nonsense.
"Uh. I don't think you understand Meridoc, you aren't-" Fran tried to tell the hobbit, but he was not going to let her finish.
"I never caught your name, Miss," he asked.
"Fran. Look, you are not in Middle Earth," she blurted out. Merry's eyes got wide.
"Then where could I be?" he asked not sure he was believing the crazy Big Person.
"Indiana."
"Indiana?"
"Indiana." Fran looked at the hobbit his face changed from a look of clam to a look of utter confusion.
"You know who I am don't you?" he asked slowly not sure of what really else to say. Fran just nodded her head in answer. "So, therefore, I must be."
"You're in Earth, and on that you would be in America, or the good ol' U. S. of A.," she explained to him.
"So, am I dead or dreaming?"
"I was thinking the same thing,"
"FRAN SHUT THAT DAMN DOG UP!" her father yelled through the door.
" I'M WORKIN' ON IT IGHT?" she screamed right back startling the young hobbit.
"So, what's going to happen to me?" he asked.
"I haven't a fucking clue." She said standing up and opening the garage door.
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Derrick Fritter heard the Range's garage door open. Even across the acre of open field that separated their houses. The field belonged to the Range's but they never cared when he or his dogs were in it, it's not like they used it on a regular basis. He looked out his window expecting to see what he saw every weekday morning; Fran letting her dog out and getting it some fresh water and food.
Today he saw just that, except when she was done she ushered a small creature across the yard and into the barn that served as a holding tank for the useless crap that her mother held onto for no apparent reason. Why in the world is she taking someone into the barn? He asked himself watching the two disappear into the barn. The person was about as tall as Fran's 7-year-old sister, Velma, but it couldn't be her because it was dressed like a guy. Velma was about as girlie as it got when it came to 7 year olds.
He wondered if Fran would ride the bus today or not, if so he'd have to ask her about it. If not, well. he didn't know when he could ask her. It's not like her friends were really fans of his. He didn't exactly come off as someone who would even talk to a girl like Fran. He was sort of preppy, but a funny prep guy. Those joking kind that don't seem like prep's cause they are just. normal.
Fran was not preppy. Fran was the anti-prep, along with her friends. They had been behind the scheme in which someone had put posters on all the preppy-girl's lockers that read NO PREPPIES! Derrick thought it was hilarious, but never told anyone that he knew that it had been Fran and her friends who planted the posters. Fran's friends did things that a lot of people would love to do, but never had the courage. They learned phrases from non-existent languages and went around the school shouting them. They talked about fictional characters as if they were real. They LOVED Lord of the Rings.
Derrick remembered one day when the school went on a field trip to the Aquarium. Fran and a few of her friends had sat behind him and a few of his. Erin was making fun of them for their love of the Tolkein works and in short reply they began to respond to the taunting. In Elvish!
"Dolle Naa Lost!" her friend Nicole calmly said. *Your head is empty*
"Lilie n'canima ar'lle atara lanneina," Eliza calmly remarked. *You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny*
"Amin Mela lle," Fran said smiling mischievously at Derrick. * I don't think it would be fair to actually tell you what this one meant, sorry! -DB*
"Did you just cuss me out?" he asked. Her friends were looking at her like she was nuts. No more was said in elvish that day.
So obviously Derrick and Fran came from two different sides of the food chain. He was at the top, and she was at the bottom. Her friends hated him, and his friends hated her. Even though there was one place where they could be on level ground. Desktop. It was the school newspaper's class. Fran was the editor and she ran the show. Even though she never acted like she was any better than the rest of them. All she had to do was yell at the class and they'd get to work getting together the next issue when it came to crunch time.
By the time Derrick was ready for the bus Fran was long gone, she had ridden with her Dad to school. He guessed he'd have to ask about it some other time.
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Fran walked into the school lobby from the side hallway like she always did. Today though she was practically running into the lobby. Her best guy friend Forest was sitting in the corner looking glum as usual.
"Okay, buck up grumpy pants cause I've got some creepy news," she said as she stood in front of him.
"What is it today?" he asked obviously unenthused. She sat down and quietly whispered so as the mentally handicapped kids and the one 7th grader could not hear her,
"There's a hobbit in my barn."
"What the flying fuck?"
"There's a freaking hobbit in my freaking barn. Do you freaking know what this means?"
"You're freaking losing it?"
"Forest!" she punched her friend on the arm, "I'm not kidding, he's actually there! And the thing is he's-" Fran was cut off by the loud crash of a backpack landing 2" away from her hand.
"Hello George," Fran said turning away from Forest and ending the conversation.
George was Fran's ex-boyfriend now supposedly friend. He was also a perverted freak. He also liked to tick Fran off. Fran suspected that he was the Anti-Christ.
"Oh, don't stop talking cause I'm here, or did I intrude on something important?" he asked smiling in that annoying way he had.
"Well, it's important but it can wait. It's just my sanity that's at stake, that's all," she sarcastically grumbled.
"Oh please Fran, come on! You never trust me anymore!" George was being serious for a change.
"Listen, you both need to promise not to think I'm crazy, or make fun of me, or tell anyone what you hear,"
"What are we promising?" asked Fran's spunky red head friend.
"Thank God you're here, you'll actually believe me, Tami." (Yes Panda, Tami, kinda like Tommy)
"Well, come on tell me!" Tami said sitting down and slinging the cow decoreated lunch box off her shoulders.
"Shouldn't you just wait till everyone's here and then tell 'em?" Forest asked.
"Stupid Forest!" Tami yelled hitting him on the head with the lunch box.
"He's right, it'll just be easier that way," Fran said and they sat and waited as the group gathered.
The next to show was Nicole who sat down heavily and was given the 411. Eliza soon came and they were all ready to hear the tale.
At about the same time Derrick walked past the lobby, he had to hurry and get to the bookstore, which he ran each morning for NJHS (National Junior Honor Society). He stood on tiptoes and looked over the heads of the crowd. He could see Fran sitting in the middle of her group of friends. They were all listening intently to what she was saying. He suspected it had something to do with the creature he saw this morning.
"Okay, here's the scoop. Kelly was barking at something in the garage this morning. So I went out there to check it out right? Well, as I'm goin' out there I turn on the light like I always do and something in there is yelling, AND it let her out of her kennel. Well I jump out their ready to attack and there is the last thing I expect to see in Small-town, Indiana."
"What???" her friends asked at the same time.
"A hobbit, and not just any hobbit, Meriadoc Brandybuck!" They sat in silence, "He's in my barn right now, I just hope mom doesn't decide to venture out there and look around for a hobbit or sumthing."
No one said anything.
"I'm not crazy!" Fran said defensively, "I'm not!"
"Fran, I know you hate winter and all, and the cold makes our minds think-" Nicole tried to soothe.
"I KNOW WHAT I SAW! I AIN'T CRAZY YA'LL!" she yelled. People looked at her.
"Fran, don't yell or they will definitely think you're crazy!" Forest said holding the wriggling teenager back.
" I know what I saw! He talked to me, told me he needed to find the Brandywine! Come on dudes, this something straight out of fan fiction. Tami, You believe me right?" Tami averted her gaze. "Eliza?" she looked away as well, " Not even you George I guess," he was studying his sneakers.
"FINE, I don't need you to believe me! I know I'm not nuts and that's all I need to know." The bell rang and Fran jumped up and ran to her locker. She went the other way past the bookstore, as she brushed briskly by past thousands of talkative 7th graders Derrick saw her. He watched as she turned a tear-streaked face his way, and manage a smile.
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This my friend's is a signature 'Bagpipes cliffhanger. Hopefully I've got you begging for more if not oh well, tell me I need more interesting things to happen. Tell me you hate this story, Tell me you love this story, tell me that you know that I am basing all these characters off of people I know. I don't care tell me anything! Just hit that lil review button over there. Thank you!-DB:D
Blue Flame Angel: Sorry, but I wanted to do a Merry Fanfiction. Pippin is cool I'll admit, my buddy Pyscopanda loves him! But sadly he's not here! If you want some Took action tho, Psycopanda has a fanfiction with him in it. It's called Nice Place to Visit check it out!
I LOVE MONKEYS!!!!!