You'd Never Believe Me
By Skye Rocket
A/N: Hey there. Thanks to all you guys who reviewed, okay? ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings characters, places, ideas, et cetera.
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It was another boring day in homeroom, but what else was new? It wasn't like homeroom was a barrel of monkeys (FUN!) or a box of chocolates (also very fun!). It was just homeroom, and excuse for another teacher to make a feeble attempt to suck the fun out of our days. Luckily, that would NEVER happen, since we had a lot of insane people in our class.
You can always have fun with crazy people.
That much I've learned from people I know.
Oh course; there are some interesting, relatively normal people that I know. But even if they are fun and stuff, you can't beat crazies. It's a proven fact. Some people will be able to tell you that.
Anyway.
Mrs. Farmer (our teacher, of course) was probably fraternizing with some of her colleagues or whatnot, or helping some student who accidentally slammed their pant leg in the door of their locker. Haha. I can see it now; the poor fool.
Actually, that seems to be something I would do myself.
You see, in my case, it is a proven fact that I, Rachel Marks, can hurt myself doing ANYTHING! Sitting in a chair? Sure, I can just lean back a little bit and go tumbling over backwards! Walking down the hallway with no one or nothing in it? I can definitely fall over my own foot, and for your viewing pleasure, I might add!
Well, after Alex did his little wave to Aragorn and Pippin, Mrs. Farmer had still not arrived.
"At least she left the door open," Eric mused. I smirked. That was true. Now, this may be an outrage to some of you. But our homeroom teacher DID NOT trust us in the least! She's paranoid, I swear! She thinks that the seven of us will cart off the desks while she's off checking her little mailbox thingy in the office!
Does that seem like a logical way for us to bug her to you? That's what I said; it just DOESN'T make sense! Anyways, she is also very afraid that the administration is watching us and so she forces us to be read to during SMILE, instead of just reading to ourselves, like everybody else!
Err, sorry. I've kind of gotten used to being able to freely rant about that. It just really bothers me.
"Well, why aren't we surprised she isn't here? She apparently likes being late," Amy said. Aragorn and Pippin looked around, mystified.
"True," Casey mused, head resting on her hand as she peeled Spongebob Squarepants stickers out of her little sticker book that someone had given her and liberally applied them to her math book. I folded my arms and placed them on the desk before resting my chin on top on my arms. I was going crazy.
"You guys, it's Wednesday," I thought out loud. Everyone turned to look at me, including Alex. I blushed bright red. "Now, we all know that we have convinced her it was Friday, right? So why not try it again?"
"Rachel, are you sure that we could do that?" Shelly asked, looking up from the note that Amy was showing her. I shrugged.
"Why not try? I mean, even if she corrects us, she already thinks we're nuts anyways. So what will it hurt?" I suggested.
"She's right, you guys!" Alex agreed out of nowhere. My heart skipped a beat; but I couldn't help feel foolish because of this.
"Are you sure this is a worthy idea?" Aragorn piped up suddenly. My jaw fell and I shot him a searing glare. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Fish butts!" Brian screamed suddenly, entering the room before anyone could respond to Aragorn. Pippin jumped a foot into the air. But the sad thing was, those of us who had been in Mrs. Farmer's homeroom since Day One were not fazed at all; it was a totally normal occurrence to us. Aragorn and Pippin stared, bewildered at the short, blonde boy with the spiked hair.
"Hey Brian," Casey said with a cheery wave.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, and then on his way to his seat, he looked at me. "Howdy, Elmo!"
I gave a brief wave of my hand. Brian had been calling me Elmo off and on for a long time now. And as I've said before, we had all gotten used to the weird things that Brian was so used to doing by now.
The bell rang, and suddenly the door just FLEW open with Mrs. Farmer hustling her way through it. I slouched down a little in my seat.
"When did we get new students?!" she cried, catching sight of Aragorn and Pippin. My breath caught in my throat.
"Today," Aragorn whispered shyly.
"Oh, isn't that nice!" Mrs. Farmer crowed, clapping her hands together. I rolled my eyes.
Hopefully it would go semi-well.
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Finally we had managed to slip out the door of homeroom.
Now, I don't exactly know if you know this or not, but homeroom is the root of all evil. Although I do get some time in the morning to start off with a heaping helping of reading Lord of the Rings.
Wait. There is NOTHING good about homeroom! Even if it does involve Lord of the Rings.
Well, anyways.
I scurried into my advanced math, AKA pre-algebra class. They called it advanced, but would you think that if you walked in when we were not working on anything? Probably not. Oh well, we may not act like it, but I guess you might say that even though a lot of us are halfway insane (me leading the back, in a bit of a quiet way, though), we're an intelligent bunch.
I slapped my binder, journal, reading book (I was currently reading the Fellowship of the Ring) and my math book onto my desk, and noticed, out of the corner of my eye, Sam and Frodo nervously peeking their heads through the door. I smiled softly and went to get my math folder.
Jason shoved past me to get to his folder, and I ran into the back of David's desk and swore under my breath but stood up as quickly as possible. David turned around to look at me.
"You okay?"
"Peachy keen, jelly bean," I muttered. David smiled and rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, Sam and Frodo had nervously stumbled into the room and to the back, where no one sat. I took my time going back to my desk, and rested my head on my binder momentarily. That is, until Ms. White entered the room. I lifted my head and wiped the sleep from my tired eyes. Having characters from a book get sucked into your world and you having to take care of it all really takes a lot out of you.
But then it hit me! Did hobbits know algebra? Crap. Crap. Crap! I'm SCREWED, I thought sadly.
Well, I guessed I would find out soon.
A/N: Hey there. Thanks to all you guys who reviewed, okay? ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings characters, places, ideas, et cetera.
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It was another boring day in homeroom, but what else was new? It wasn't like homeroom was a barrel of monkeys (FUN!) or a box of chocolates (also very fun!). It was just homeroom, and excuse for another teacher to make a feeble attempt to suck the fun out of our days. Luckily, that would NEVER happen, since we had a lot of insane people in our class.
You can always have fun with crazy people.
That much I've learned from people I know.
Oh course; there are some interesting, relatively normal people that I know. But even if they are fun and stuff, you can't beat crazies. It's a proven fact. Some people will be able to tell you that.
Anyway.
Mrs. Farmer (our teacher, of course) was probably fraternizing with some of her colleagues or whatnot, or helping some student who accidentally slammed their pant leg in the door of their locker. Haha. I can see it now; the poor fool.
Actually, that seems to be something I would do myself.
You see, in my case, it is a proven fact that I, Rachel Marks, can hurt myself doing ANYTHING! Sitting in a chair? Sure, I can just lean back a little bit and go tumbling over backwards! Walking down the hallway with no one or nothing in it? I can definitely fall over my own foot, and for your viewing pleasure, I might add!
Well, after Alex did his little wave to Aragorn and Pippin, Mrs. Farmer had still not arrived.
"At least she left the door open," Eric mused. I smirked. That was true. Now, this may be an outrage to some of you. But our homeroom teacher DID NOT trust us in the least! She's paranoid, I swear! She thinks that the seven of us will cart off the desks while she's off checking her little mailbox thingy in the office!
Does that seem like a logical way for us to bug her to you? That's what I said; it just DOESN'T make sense! Anyways, she is also very afraid that the administration is watching us and so she forces us to be read to during SMILE, instead of just reading to ourselves, like everybody else!
Err, sorry. I've kind of gotten used to being able to freely rant about that. It just really bothers me.
"Well, why aren't we surprised she isn't here? She apparently likes being late," Amy said. Aragorn and Pippin looked around, mystified.
"True," Casey mused, head resting on her hand as she peeled Spongebob Squarepants stickers out of her little sticker book that someone had given her and liberally applied them to her math book. I folded my arms and placed them on the desk before resting my chin on top on my arms. I was going crazy.
"You guys, it's Wednesday," I thought out loud. Everyone turned to look at me, including Alex. I blushed bright red. "Now, we all know that we have convinced her it was Friday, right? So why not try it again?"
"Rachel, are you sure that we could do that?" Shelly asked, looking up from the note that Amy was showing her. I shrugged.
"Why not try? I mean, even if she corrects us, she already thinks we're nuts anyways. So what will it hurt?" I suggested.
"She's right, you guys!" Alex agreed out of nowhere. My heart skipped a beat; but I couldn't help feel foolish because of this.
"Are you sure this is a worthy idea?" Aragorn piped up suddenly. My jaw fell and I shot him a searing glare. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Fish butts!" Brian screamed suddenly, entering the room before anyone could respond to Aragorn. Pippin jumped a foot into the air. But the sad thing was, those of us who had been in Mrs. Farmer's homeroom since Day One were not fazed at all; it was a totally normal occurrence to us. Aragorn and Pippin stared, bewildered at the short, blonde boy with the spiked hair.
"Hey Brian," Casey said with a cheery wave.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, and then on his way to his seat, he looked at me. "Howdy, Elmo!"
I gave a brief wave of my hand. Brian had been calling me Elmo off and on for a long time now. And as I've said before, we had all gotten used to the weird things that Brian was so used to doing by now.
The bell rang, and suddenly the door just FLEW open with Mrs. Farmer hustling her way through it. I slouched down a little in my seat.
"When did we get new students?!" she cried, catching sight of Aragorn and Pippin. My breath caught in my throat.
"Today," Aragorn whispered shyly.
"Oh, isn't that nice!" Mrs. Farmer crowed, clapping her hands together. I rolled my eyes.
Hopefully it would go semi-well.
*-*-*-*
Finally we had managed to slip out the door of homeroom.
Now, I don't exactly know if you know this or not, but homeroom is the root of all evil. Although I do get some time in the morning to start off with a heaping helping of reading Lord of the Rings.
Wait. There is NOTHING good about homeroom! Even if it does involve Lord of the Rings.
Well, anyways.
I scurried into my advanced math, AKA pre-algebra class. They called it advanced, but would you think that if you walked in when we were not working on anything? Probably not. Oh well, we may not act like it, but I guess you might say that even though a lot of us are halfway insane (me leading the back, in a bit of a quiet way, though), we're an intelligent bunch.
I slapped my binder, journal, reading book (I was currently reading the Fellowship of the Ring) and my math book onto my desk, and noticed, out of the corner of my eye, Sam and Frodo nervously peeking their heads through the door. I smiled softly and went to get my math folder.
Jason shoved past me to get to his folder, and I ran into the back of David's desk and swore under my breath but stood up as quickly as possible. David turned around to look at me.
"You okay?"
"Peachy keen, jelly bean," I muttered. David smiled and rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, Sam and Frodo had nervously stumbled into the room and to the back, where no one sat. I took my time going back to my desk, and rested my head on my binder momentarily. That is, until Ms. White entered the room. I lifted my head and wiped the sleep from my tired eyes. Having characters from a book get sucked into your world and you having to take care of it all really takes a lot out of you.
But then it hit me! Did hobbits know algebra? Crap. Crap. Crap! I'm SCREWED, I thought sadly.
Well, I guessed I would find out soon.