Life after High School. Is It Scary? You Bet.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: They're ours! All ours! Silver: No they aren't, Risty. Risty: Wha…? Oh damn.
Summary: You think we know? Gimme a break!
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I was glad Emma was having a good time. She was a great dancer. We danced to all our favourite songs. Drank ourselves into soft drink oblivion, and watched Merry and Pippin pull pranks on everyone.
I pulled out my video camera and filmed most of the day.
As evening came, Legolas' dad, Thanduil, got Gandalf to let on some beautiful fireworks that spelled out:
HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY EMMA!!!!!!!
They stayed up for the remainder of the night. To top it all off, I had bought two of the best presents for Emma.
I had bought her some beautiful pairs of earrings. Diamond studs, and her birthstone, the ruby, dangly earrings. I also bought her a copy of 'The Princess Diaries'. I knew she loved the movie, because she loved the actress Julie Andrews.
Sometime around midnight, Emma and I were taking a walk around the grounds.
"So, do you miss Boromir?" I asked. Emma glared at me and playfully hit my shoulder.
"Hey, don't hit an innocent girl!"
"Yeah, but you aren't innocent! Yeah, I miss him…I guess."
"You guess? You guess? Come on, Emma, you either miss him, or you don't. Which is it?"
"I dunno…a little of both I guess."
I rolled my eyes. The girl was finally eighteen and the word she could mostly say was 'guess'. "So, you finally eighteen, what do you plan to do with your new found freedom?" I asked, holding and imaginary microphone, pretending to be a talk show host.
"I plan to take your microphone and stuff it somewhere hidden."
"Ooh, someone has a nasty streak on her birthday."
"Oh shut up."
"Well I'm sorry Princess Pansy-pants, I was only trying to be funny." I said in a huff. Emma scowled.
"Fine. Be nice. Just don't mention Boromir."
I felt like my insides were seething with frustration. My best friend kept getting so angry with me for no reason. It was a perfectly innocent question. I stuffed the video I had bought her, into her hands and ran off with tears in my eyes. Emotional drive was out of whack again. Mood-swings could turn something perfectly innocent into a fight in ten seconds flat. Five if possible.
I ran to our motel room and burst into tears. Frodo found me there later and comforted me. I felt horrible. Being pregnant wasn't always a joy. It was torture, sometimes, it really sucked big time. One minute I'd feel on top of the world, the next I would feel to low for even the dogs to bite. It even seemed like my best friend was accusing me.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: They're ours! All ours! Silver: No they aren't, Risty. Risty: Wha…? Oh damn.
Summary: You think we know? Gimme a break!
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I was glad Emma was having a good time. She was a great dancer. We danced to all our favourite songs. Drank ourselves into soft drink oblivion, and watched Merry and Pippin pull pranks on everyone.
I pulled out my video camera and filmed most of the day.
As evening came, Legolas' dad, Thanduil, got Gandalf to let on some beautiful fireworks that spelled out:
HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY EMMA!!!!!!!
They stayed up for the remainder of the night. To top it all off, I had bought two of the best presents for Emma.
I had bought her some beautiful pairs of earrings. Diamond studs, and her birthstone, the ruby, dangly earrings. I also bought her a copy of 'The Princess Diaries'. I knew she loved the movie, because she loved the actress Julie Andrews.
Sometime around midnight, Emma and I were taking a walk around the grounds.
"So, do you miss Boromir?" I asked. Emma glared at me and playfully hit my shoulder.
"Hey, don't hit an innocent girl!"
"Yeah, but you aren't innocent! Yeah, I miss him…I guess."
"You guess? You guess? Come on, Emma, you either miss him, or you don't. Which is it?"
"I dunno…a little of both I guess."
I rolled my eyes. The girl was finally eighteen and the word she could mostly say was 'guess'. "So, you finally eighteen, what do you plan to do with your new found freedom?" I asked, holding and imaginary microphone, pretending to be a talk show host.
"I plan to take your microphone and stuff it somewhere hidden."
"Ooh, someone has a nasty streak on her birthday."
"Oh shut up."
"Well I'm sorry Princess Pansy-pants, I was only trying to be funny." I said in a huff. Emma scowled.
"Fine. Be nice. Just don't mention Boromir."
I felt like my insides were seething with frustration. My best friend kept getting so angry with me for no reason. It was a perfectly innocent question. I stuffed the video I had bought her, into her hands and ran off with tears in my eyes. Emotional drive was out of whack again. Mood-swings could turn something perfectly innocent into a fight in ten seconds flat. Five if possible.
I ran to our motel room and burst into tears. Frodo found me there later and comforted me. I felt horrible. Being pregnant wasn't always a joy. It was torture, sometimes, it really sucked big time. One minute I'd feel on top of the world, the next I would feel to low for even the dogs to bite. It even seemed like my best friend was accusing me.
