High School. A teen's best friend. Yeah Right.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: I wanted to go see Tolkien, see if he'd sell them to me. But then I found out he's dead.
Summary: Righty-o, Chapter 43. You lazy lot of …people. Read the rest of the story and maybe I won't be as mad as you think.
A/N: Don't sweat it Emma, I understand. Bad moods suck and so does PMS. LOL.
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I sobbed into my arms. I had fallen down when Emma had hit me. I truly was sorry that I had betrayed her trust like that. I heard Elrond yell as Emma kicked him in the shin and I cried harder. It was all my fault. Emma hated us all and it was all my fault.
I hadn't noticed, but when Emma had hit me, the knife had fallen to the ground and in the process had sliced a neat slit in my leg. The pain was unbearable. I had never cut myself intentionally. I got up slowly, wincing from the pain in my foot as well as my leg. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed my crutches and swung to the bathroom.
After washing and bandaging my leg I swung back to my room, tipped my books on my bed and filled my bag with clothes, food and the photo album. Tears glistened in my eyes. I had lost my best friend. What was the point living in this hole if no one liked me? I put on my pack, swung out to the stables, I managed to harness a cart to Winsome, my horse and rode as fast as I could without hurting my leg toward Midgewood.
Up ahead, I saw Emma walking along the road. I galloped past her, tears flowing from my eyes. Staying with my parents was better than this. I didn't see the other cart coming down the road. My vision was totally blurred.
Next thing I knew, I was being jolted and my small cart was tipping. The whole world shut off the lights and I fell into unconsciousness…
I woke up somewhere. It certainly wasn't the infirmary at school. It was somewhere much bigger. I tried to remember what happened. But my mind was a blank sheet. Who was I? Where was I? What had happened? Nothing I did, made my memory come back. I had total amnesia.
After a couple of days in this unknown room, a hobbit came to see how I was.
"Are you all right, Missy?"
I groaned. "I don't know. Who am I? Where am I?"
The hobbit smiled. "Don't worry, lovie, your in my house, I am Baradas. By the name on your bag, you are Jamie Shadow. How are you feeling?"
"My head feels like it's going to fall off. It hurts so much."
"What were you doing in a cart when you had a broken foot, anyway?"
"Broken foot?" I realised there was a pain in my leg. I looked under the sheet. My leg was in a cast, covered in signatures. I lay back down. I still couldn't remember anything. I felt so alone.
(Jake's POV A/N: OMG, another POV? This is getting cool to write…)
I wandered down to dinner and sat with Baz and Billee. We were all laughing at what had happened. But when we heard the yell of Elrond, the whole hall went silent. I stood up and was about to run to see what was wrong, but Baz grabbed my arm to stop me. It was useless. I sat back down to my dinner, laughing and joking with Merry and Pippin, who had stuck another note on Gandalf's back. It said something like: "I am totally in love with Celeborn"
Frodo looked forlorn. "Hey, Frodo, what's up?"
"Jamie, she seemed so happy just before and now I get the feeling she's really sad."
I cocked an eyebrow. "You like my sister a lot, don't you?"
He nodded. "Sure I do. She's very pretty."
I grinned. "Are you sure? You haven't seen her when she's got PMS. I'm telling you, she could take ten grown humans with one hand tied behind her back, if she were pissed off with PMS."
Frodo just laughed. I shrugged. "Fine, don't believe me."
After I had finished dinner, I walked up to my sisters and Emma's room. They both weren't there. Emma's knife was gone… So was Jamie's backpack. Uh oh, I thought. This is definitely not good.
I went to the stables. There was a cart missing, and Winsome was gone.
Definitely not good.
I looked around and saw a figure in the distance.
I ran toward it. "Emma!" I called. She didn't even acknowledge me. She just kept walking. "Emma! Talk to me! Where's Jamie?!"
"How the hell should I know? And why should I even care?"
Those simple words left me rooted to the spot. Emma? Not care? About her best friend? That was really not good.
A/N (again): Oohoo! Another cliffie! I'm getting good at this! Emma, don't sweat it. Be cooooooool. I'm in a good mood and I'm willing to share.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: I wanted to go see Tolkien, see if he'd sell them to me. But then I found out he's dead.
Summary: Righty-o, Chapter 43. You lazy lot of …people. Read the rest of the story and maybe I won't be as mad as you think.
A/N: Don't sweat it Emma, I understand. Bad moods suck and so does PMS. LOL.
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I sobbed into my arms. I had fallen down when Emma had hit me. I truly was sorry that I had betrayed her trust like that. I heard Elrond yell as Emma kicked him in the shin and I cried harder. It was all my fault. Emma hated us all and it was all my fault.
I hadn't noticed, but when Emma had hit me, the knife had fallen to the ground and in the process had sliced a neat slit in my leg. The pain was unbearable. I had never cut myself intentionally. I got up slowly, wincing from the pain in my foot as well as my leg. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed my crutches and swung to the bathroom.
After washing and bandaging my leg I swung back to my room, tipped my books on my bed and filled my bag with clothes, food and the photo album. Tears glistened in my eyes. I had lost my best friend. What was the point living in this hole if no one liked me? I put on my pack, swung out to the stables, I managed to harness a cart to Winsome, my horse and rode as fast as I could without hurting my leg toward Midgewood.
Up ahead, I saw Emma walking along the road. I galloped past her, tears flowing from my eyes. Staying with my parents was better than this. I didn't see the other cart coming down the road. My vision was totally blurred.
Next thing I knew, I was being jolted and my small cart was tipping. The whole world shut off the lights and I fell into unconsciousness…
I woke up somewhere. It certainly wasn't the infirmary at school. It was somewhere much bigger. I tried to remember what happened. But my mind was a blank sheet. Who was I? Where was I? What had happened? Nothing I did, made my memory come back. I had total amnesia.
After a couple of days in this unknown room, a hobbit came to see how I was.
"Are you all right, Missy?"
I groaned. "I don't know. Who am I? Where am I?"
The hobbit smiled. "Don't worry, lovie, your in my house, I am Baradas. By the name on your bag, you are Jamie Shadow. How are you feeling?"
"My head feels like it's going to fall off. It hurts so much."
"What were you doing in a cart when you had a broken foot, anyway?"
"Broken foot?" I realised there was a pain in my leg. I looked under the sheet. My leg was in a cast, covered in signatures. I lay back down. I still couldn't remember anything. I felt so alone.
(Jake's POV A/N: OMG, another POV? This is getting cool to write…)
I wandered down to dinner and sat with Baz and Billee. We were all laughing at what had happened. But when we heard the yell of Elrond, the whole hall went silent. I stood up and was about to run to see what was wrong, but Baz grabbed my arm to stop me. It was useless. I sat back down to my dinner, laughing and joking with Merry and Pippin, who had stuck another note on Gandalf's back. It said something like: "I am totally in love with Celeborn"
Frodo looked forlorn. "Hey, Frodo, what's up?"
"Jamie, she seemed so happy just before and now I get the feeling she's really sad."
I cocked an eyebrow. "You like my sister a lot, don't you?"
He nodded. "Sure I do. She's very pretty."
I grinned. "Are you sure? You haven't seen her when she's got PMS. I'm telling you, she could take ten grown humans with one hand tied behind her back, if she were pissed off with PMS."
Frodo just laughed. I shrugged. "Fine, don't believe me."
After I had finished dinner, I walked up to my sisters and Emma's room. They both weren't there. Emma's knife was gone… So was Jamie's backpack. Uh oh, I thought. This is definitely not good.
I went to the stables. There was a cart missing, and Winsome was gone.
Definitely not good.
I looked around and saw a figure in the distance.
I ran toward it. "Emma!" I called. She didn't even acknowledge me. She just kept walking. "Emma! Talk to me! Where's Jamie?!"
"How the hell should I know? And why should I even care?"
Those simple words left me rooted to the spot. Emma? Not care? About her best friend? That was really not good.
A/N (again): Oohoo! Another cliffie! I'm getting good at this! Emma, don't sweat it. Be cooooooool. I'm in a good mood and I'm willing to share.