High School…a teen's best friend. Yeah Right.
By Risty Maskell and silver15
Disclaimer: We own nothing but our own characters. If you don't like it, well, stuff you.
Summery: Come on, you have to read the rest of the story!
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I looked at the desk when Emma sat next to me. How could she do that? I felt betrayed, my trust was broken. Tears from my eyes dripped onto the table top. I still didn't look at Emma when Galadriel dismissed us. It was not my day at all.
First up was Geography and I made up my mind then and there. If no one wanted me around, so they could lie about cutting themselves, I'd run away. I turned around and walked toward the Dorms. I passed Emma, Boromir, Legolas and Frodo. They watched me go as I broke into a run.
Running into our room, I dragged my backpack out and packed some of the stuff I had. I put on a coat and the back pack and was just about to go out the door when Emma and Frodo blocked it.
"Jamie, what are you doing?" asked Emma. I didn't answer. So Frodo tried.
"Please tell us what you're doing Jamie. We want to help."
"Can you help bring back trust in my best friend?"
"What do you mean?" asked Emma, her face was sad with just a bit of guilt in her eyes.
"What do you think, Emma?" I asked, calmly as I could. "No one wants me around, so I might as well run away."
"But we want you around. You're our friend."
"Emma, you betrayed my trust. How do you think that feels? It feels crappy." I said, not giving her a chance to answer.
I sat on my bed and pulled a photo from under my pillow. One that had been taken last year. It was a picture of Me, Emma, Billee, Baz and Jake all laughing at the camera.
"What ever happened to those good times?" I asked, handing her the photo. She took it and looked at me.
"Jamie, I'm sorry. I was only trying to protect you."
I don't know what happened next. But some sort of rage just took over my body and I started to kick the wall.
"Don't you understand?! I don't need anybody protecting me! I can take care of myself!" I screamed and went about banging my head against the wall. I felt a sharp pain in my foot and I felt Frodo dragging me away from the wall. Then everything went black…
I woke up in the infirmary. I saw my left foot in a cast and felt a thick bandage around my head. I was seeing double of everything. I finally focused enough to see Emma, Frodo, Jake, Baz, Boromir, Billee, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Legolas and everyone else in our lunch clan all standing around my bed. Elrond was there too.
"W-what happened?" I asked, trying to sit up. Emma sniffed and looked up. She had been crying. Upon seeing me awake, she threw her arms around me and hugged me.
"I'm sorry, Jamie. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me." I put my arms around my best friend and hugged her.
"I'll forgive you on one condition." She looked up. "I'll forgive you if you promise not to lie to me again." Emma nodded.
"Okay. Deal." We shook hands.
Everyone else laughed. I had my friends back in my life. There was just one thing bothering me.
"How long was I out?"
"Three days, you knocked yourself pretty bad."
By Risty Maskell and silver15
Disclaimer: We own nothing but our own characters. If you don't like it, well, stuff you.
Summery: Come on, you have to read the rest of the story!
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I looked at the desk when Emma sat next to me. How could she do that? I felt betrayed, my trust was broken. Tears from my eyes dripped onto the table top. I still didn't look at Emma when Galadriel dismissed us. It was not my day at all.
First up was Geography and I made up my mind then and there. If no one wanted me around, so they could lie about cutting themselves, I'd run away. I turned around and walked toward the Dorms. I passed Emma, Boromir, Legolas and Frodo. They watched me go as I broke into a run.
Running into our room, I dragged my backpack out and packed some of the stuff I had. I put on a coat and the back pack and was just about to go out the door when Emma and Frodo blocked it.
"Jamie, what are you doing?" asked Emma. I didn't answer. So Frodo tried.
"Please tell us what you're doing Jamie. We want to help."
"Can you help bring back trust in my best friend?"
"What do you mean?" asked Emma, her face was sad with just a bit of guilt in her eyes.
"What do you think, Emma?" I asked, calmly as I could. "No one wants me around, so I might as well run away."
"But we want you around. You're our friend."
"Emma, you betrayed my trust. How do you think that feels? It feels crappy." I said, not giving her a chance to answer.
I sat on my bed and pulled a photo from under my pillow. One that had been taken last year. It was a picture of Me, Emma, Billee, Baz and Jake all laughing at the camera.
"What ever happened to those good times?" I asked, handing her the photo. She took it and looked at me.
"Jamie, I'm sorry. I was only trying to protect you."
I don't know what happened next. But some sort of rage just took over my body and I started to kick the wall.
"Don't you understand?! I don't need anybody protecting me! I can take care of myself!" I screamed and went about banging my head against the wall. I felt a sharp pain in my foot and I felt Frodo dragging me away from the wall. Then everything went black…
I woke up in the infirmary. I saw my left foot in a cast and felt a thick bandage around my head. I was seeing double of everything. I finally focused enough to see Emma, Frodo, Jake, Baz, Boromir, Billee, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Legolas and everyone else in our lunch clan all standing around my bed. Elrond was there too.
"W-what happened?" I asked, trying to sit up. Emma sniffed and looked up. She had been crying. Upon seeing me awake, she threw her arms around me and hugged me.
"I'm sorry, Jamie. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me." I put my arms around my best friend and hugged her.
"I'll forgive you on one condition." She looked up. "I'll forgive you if you promise not to lie to me again." Emma nodded.
"Okay. Deal." We shook hands.
Everyone else laughed. I had my friends back in my life. There was just one thing bothering me.
"How long was I out?"
"Three days, you knocked yourself pretty bad."