High School. A Teens best friend. Yeah Right
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: Tolkiens dead, so his son took over
Summary: Crikey, you've read this far. To be honest, I don't have a summary. I'm just writing as it comes along.
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We rode through the gates and down the paths, toward the school. It all looked so familiar. Yet so unfamiliar. I knew it but I didn't. Jake rode next to me. He turned and grinned. "Well, here we are. Back at school."
I grinned. My brother was such a stupid fellow. Always acting up.
A hobbit came running out of the door and gathered me into a hug. "Jamie! I thought you were gone forever!"
I hugged him. I knew by what Jake had told me, this was Frodo, my boyfriend. I suddenly remembered a memory. Our first kiss. During the night. Sitting at a table. I smiled. "Frodo, I love you!" and he twirled me around, laughing. I turned back to Jake and Elrond, they were both grinning like mad.
"I Remember some things!" I said excitedly. I ran with Jake and Frodo toward the dorms and I lay on my bed, taking in the scent. Something I hadn't realised I had missed.
That night, I tossed and turned in my bed. I heard the door open and I lay still. The girl came in. Emma. That was her name. Emma. My best friend.
That afternoon I had written a long letter of apology. I had gone behind her back, Jake had told me, and had betrayed her trust. I couldn't believe that I had done that. I felt stupid. I saw her pick the paper up and read it under the light of a small torch. I turned back over and fell asleep. Dreams haunted me. Memories.
I had a flashback of me coming out of the closet and confronting Randy. I felt so guilty. It was all my fault that Emma hated all of us. I think I was crying in my sleep, because I was being shaken awake. Emma looked at me, she look like she still hated me, but she put it aside for a moment and hugged me. I sobbed into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Emma. I know what I did was wrong. I feel so guilty. Please forgive me!" I sputtered as I cried into her shoulder. She just rocked me back and forth like a baby.
When I finished crying, she walked back to her bed and lay down. I felt a blanket of guilt, sadness and anger wash over me. Guilty for what I had done, sad for losing my best and most trusted friend to a 'good' deed, and anger at myself for letting me do such a thing.
I woke up the next morning and looked over at Emma's bed. It was empty. I got up and got dressed, not waking any of the other girls. I ran out to the stables, saddled Winsome and went for a ride. I galloped for a long time. It was just beginning to grow light. I saw a figure standing on the hill. It was Emma. I rode up beside her and hopped off Winsome.
"Emma, please don't walk away. I know you hate me. And you don't want me for a friend any more. But just here me out." I paused. Emma was not looking at me, but looking at the sunrise. "Firstly I would like to say thank you, for last night. I means a lot to me that someone who totally despises me, actually cared enough to comfort me. As for the 'incident' that made you hate me, I have had amnesia for about a week and a half. I can't clearly remember. So I say, lets put it behind us and even if you don't want to be friends with me any more, we can still talk to each other as civil beings."
Emma looked at me for the first time. I wondered what her answer was going to be…
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: Tolkiens dead, so his son took over
Summary: Crikey, you've read this far. To be honest, I don't have a summary. I'm just writing as it comes along.
**************************************************************************** **********
We rode through the gates and down the paths, toward the school. It all looked so familiar. Yet so unfamiliar. I knew it but I didn't. Jake rode next to me. He turned and grinned. "Well, here we are. Back at school."
I grinned. My brother was such a stupid fellow. Always acting up.
A hobbit came running out of the door and gathered me into a hug. "Jamie! I thought you were gone forever!"
I hugged him. I knew by what Jake had told me, this was Frodo, my boyfriend. I suddenly remembered a memory. Our first kiss. During the night. Sitting at a table. I smiled. "Frodo, I love you!" and he twirled me around, laughing. I turned back to Jake and Elrond, they were both grinning like mad.
"I Remember some things!" I said excitedly. I ran with Jake and Frodo toward the dorms and I lay on my bed, taking in the scent. Something I hadn't realised I had missed.
That night, I tossed and turned in my bed. I heard the door open and I lay still. The girl came in. Emma. That was her name. Emma. My best friend.
That afternoon I had written a long letter of apology. I had gone behind her back, Jake had told me, and had betrayed her trust. I couldn't believe that I had done that. I felt stupid. I saw her pick the paper up and read it under the light of a small torch. I turned back over and fell asleep. Dreams haunted me. Memories.
I had a flashback of me coming out of the closet and confronting Randy. I felt so guilty. It was all my fault that Emma hated all of us. I think I was crying in my sleep, because I was being shaken awake. Emma looked at me, she look like she still hated me, but she put it aside for a moment and hugged me. I sobbed into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Emma. I know what I did was wrong. I feel so guilty. Please forgive me!" I sputtered as I cried into her shoulder. She just rocked me back and forth like a baby.
When I finished crying, she walked back to her bed and lay down. I felt a blanket of guilt, sadness and anger wash over me. Guilty for what I had done, sad for losing my best and most trusted friend to a 'good' deed, and anger at myself for letting me do such a thing.
I woke up the next morning and looked over at Emma's bed. It was empty. I got up and got dressed, not waking any of the other girls. I ran out to the stables, saddled Winsome and went for a ride. I galloped for a long time. It was just beginning to grow light. I saw a figure standing on the hill. It was Emma. I rode up beside her and hopped off Winsome.
"Emma, please don't walk away. I know you hate me. And you don't want me for a friend any more. But just here me out." I paused. Emma was not looking at me, but looking at the sunrise. "Firstly I would like to say thank you, for last night. I means a lot to me that someone who totally despises me, actually cared enough to comfort me. As for the 'incident' that made you hate me, I have had amnesia for about a week and a half. I can't clearly remember. So I say, lets put it behind us and even if you don't want to be friends with me any more, we can still talk to each other as civil beings."
Emma looked at me for the first time. I wondered what her answer was going to be…