~*~*~*~ A/N: Please R/R *~*~*~
Sam fiddled with the combonation on her locker: 16-30-26. She threw it open quickly, admiring for a moment the collage of pictures taped to the inside of the door. Then, she rummaged about, retrieving a book and placing two on the shelf. Finally, the weekend had come, and tomorrow was her birthday!
"Look at her," sneered Brittany, one of the more popular girls at their small highschool. She stood with her friends Rebecca and Cynthia, across the hall from Sam's locker. "She's so obsessed with those stupid books."
"Yea," replied Cynthia with a laugh. "I bet she thinks they're really real."
"She's completely delusional," agreed Rebecca, leaning against a few lockers.
"Let's go bring her back to reality, shall we?" Brittany grinned.
Samantha glanced up as Brittany, Rebecca, and Cynthia advanced. Gulping, she glanced away, hoping they would leave her alone. These three girls were the nastiest ones in the school.
"Hey, geek," she heard them call, as they surrounded her.
"H-hello," she replied, glancing from one to the other nervously. Her fears were confirmed as Brittany began leafing through her locker, throwing books, papers, and notebooks to the floor, and Cyntha ripped at her collage of pictures. Rebecca pushed her and Sam fell to the floor.
"See ya' later, geek," called Brittany over her shoulder as the three girls disappeared, giggling, down the hall.
"Yrch," muttered Sam under her breath as she gathered her things, placing them with care back into her locker. Straightening, she studied her collage. As she tried to repair a ripped picture of the Hobbits, one from the new movie, she sighed softly.
"Oh, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam," she murmured, shaking her head.
She walked home, glancing up toward the mountains. In this fog, she could almost imagine that the Green Mountains of Vermont were the Misty Mountains of Middle-Earth.
"Eru, help me," she sighed, shoving her hands deep into her pockets. "I have to get out of here."
She neared her home, a quaint farm house on the top of a hill. She glanced to the stables - in Vermont a lot of people owned horses - and smiled at her white stallion.
"Good afternoon, Shadowfax," she said, and the horse snorted a reply. Shadowfax was her horse, along with Bill, Arod, and Hasufel.
She rounded the stables, wandering past the pens - her family owned cows, sheep, and pigs. Then, she walked into her house. She could tell no one was home, for no one answereed when she called out. With a shrug, Sam set down her books and wandered into the kitchen. She opened a cupboard, taking some crackers, and removed a soda from the refridgerator. Then, she ventured to the living room, sitting with a sigh on her couch.
"No one understands," she murmured to herself, then glanced down. Her smallest kittin peeked his head out from under his couch.
"Pippin," she grinned, picking up the small feline. "How are you today?" He purred a response, rubbing against her leg.
"Well, Pip, Tomorrow's my birthday."
~*~*~* A/N: I just noticed that these chapters are kinda short, even though they took up like 3 peices of hand-written paper. Eh, that's ok. lol. *~*~*~
Sam fiddled with the combonation on her locker: 16-30-26. She threw it open quickly, admiring for a moment the collage of pictures taped to the inside of the door. Then, she rummaged about, retrieving a book and placing two on the shelf. Finally, the weekend had come, and tomorrow was her birthday!
"Look at her," sneered Brittany, one of the more popular girls at their small highschool. She stood with her friends Rebecca and Cynthia, across the hall from Sam's locker. "She's so obsessed with those stupid books."
"Yea," replied Cynthia with a laugh. "I bet she thinks they're really real."
"She's completely delusional," agreed Rebecca, leaning against a few lockers.
"Let's go bring her back to reality, shall we?" Brittany grinned.
Samantha glanced up as Brittany, Rebecca, and Cynthia advanced. Gulping, she glanced away, hoping they would leave her alone. These three girls were the nastiest ones in the school.
"Hey, geek," she heard them call, as they surrounded her.
"H-hello," she replied, glancing from one to the other nervously. Her fears were confirmed as Brittany began leafing through her locker, throwing books, papers, and notebooks to the floor, and Cyntha ripped at her collage of pictures. Rebecca pushed her and Sam fell to the floor.
"See ya' later, geek," called Brittany over her shoulder as the three girls disappeared, giggling, down the hall.
"Yrch," muttered Sam under her breath as she gathered her things, placing them with care back into her locker. Straightening, she studied her collage. As she tried to repair a ripped picture of the Hobbits, one from the new movie, she sighed softly.
"Oh, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam," she murmured, shaking her head.
She walked home, glancing up toward the mountains. In this fog, she could almost imagine that the Green Mountains of Vermont were the Misty Mountains of Middle-Earth.
"Eru, help me," she sighed, shoving her hands deep into her pockets. "I have to get out of here."
She neared her home, a quaint farm house on the top of a hill. She glanced to the stables - in Vermont a lot of people owned horses - and smiled at her white stallion.
"Good afternoon, Shadowfax," she said, and the horse snorted a reply. Shadowfax was her horse, along with Bill, Arod, and Hasufel.
She rounded the stables, wandering past the pens - her family owned cows, sheep, and pigs. Then, she walked into her house. She could tell no one was home, for no one answereed when she called out. With a shrug, Sam set down her books and wandered into the kitchen. She opened a cupboard, taking some crackers, and removed a soda from the refridgerator. Then, she ventured to the living room, sitting with a sigh on her couch.
"No one understands," she murmured to herself, then glanced down. Her smallest kittin peeked his head out from under his couch.
"Pippin," she grinned, picking up the small feline. "How are you today?" He purred a response, rubbing against her leg.
"Well, Pip, Tomorrow's my birthday."
~*~*~* A/N: I just noticed that these chapters are kinda short, even though they took up like 3 peices of hand-written paper. Eh, that's ok. lol. *~*~*~