You'd Never Believe Me
By Skye Rocket
An Entirely True Story of Anger, Frustration, Confusion, but above all
things: The Perils of Junior High School.
A/N: Thanks for your reviews, my friends.
Disclaimer: If I owned The Lord of the Rings or anything else, do you think I would still have to borrow money from my parents? Teehee.
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We took our seats as fast as possible. Well, except me, already being in my seat. I anxiously drummed the fingers of my left hand on the top of my desk as I set to work on my work.
People around me chatted idly and were quickly scolded by the teacher. I sighed at the problem that lay before me, which involved adding sixteen cubed to the square root of four. The words 'no calculator' were written boldly with one of those erasable markers on the whiteboard, with three lines underneath it.
I rested my hand on my left hand and began scribbling down the equation written on the board. I swiveled my head around a little and saw Frodo and Sam whispering to each other hurriedly. Sam continuously glanced at the overhead nervously, while Frodo folded his arms and examined it intently.
But then, to my complete and total relief, they began working quickly and efficiently (I thought, by looking at them) at their math problems. It was all going very good, until Frodo started singing on of those cute songs that Jeff had memorized out of the book. I almost screamed. At first I thought that no one might notice, but then, it happened.
"Dude, that is TIGHT!" Jasper said from the desk in from of the two. "Is that the new Ja Rule song?"
"Uh, no," Frodo denounced quickly, upon seeing my warning look. He gave Sam a questioning glance. I folded my arms and rested my chin on them and closed my eyes, trying to relax as Jasper prompted Frodo to repeat the little rhyme that he had rattled off a few seconds earlier.
As I finished jotting down some inane math problem, I continued to let my mind wander to things that could, without a doubt, go wrong. Mrs. W. could call on Sam or Frodo and they would all confused on some basic problem. Jasper could draw them into his sick, twisted world that they call Popularity and make them hobbit versions of himself (oh, the humanity!). Or maybe, the principal will come in dressed as an Orc or something. Well, everyone would probably freak out because that's just weird. But I think it still counts!
Suddenly I was a bit on the sad side. I mean, I'd been going for my school for two years. Frodo and Sam had been here for about ten minutes. And now they had managed to catch Jasper's eye with some stupid rhyme?
Sorry. That was uncalled for.
You might have guessed by now that I really have hostile feelings toward school.
Anyways, math went by without a hitch, much to my supreme relief. Erm, perhaps I forgot one minor detail.
Jasper had accepted the two hobbits into the eighth grade paradise of Popularity. In case you didn't know, I will briefly describe Popularity to you.
Popularity at my humble school is where everyone can flirt with members of the opposite gender and not be considered skanky. It's a place where you can sit at an exclusive table in the commons for lunch. It's where teachers automatically love and adore you and sometimes comply with your every whim.
Obviously I have been prohibited from ever joining those in Popularity.
It's not my cup of tea, you might say.
Oh all right, since you're so persistent. I sometimes secretly wish I was a citizen of Popularity. I suppose every youngster in the world of Eight Grade wishes they were welcomed into Popularity at some point.
But enough about that!
I had walked to my locker slowly. No one except the much-ridiculed 'sevvies' (seventh graders) was ever in a hurry to get to any classes. Hey, they may be fun sometimes, but they're still school.
I'm a cynic, sometimes. And this day had not gone very well for the first hour of school.
It was unnaturally cold in school. I was glad I had put my turtleneck on underneath my tie-dyed t-shirt. I don't dress like everyone else, most of the time, as you may have guessed.
When I opened my locker, my science book tumbled out and landed on the toe of my plaid sneaker. I howled in pain, and a group of jocks turned to look at me.
"What're you lookin' at?" I said crossly. "Nothing to see here!" They turned away, but looking at me like I had sprouted an extra arm. Yeah, I know it was sort of uncalled for, but as I've said before, the day was not going well. I had algebra homework, and not to mention the fact that I also had a group of guys that I had not thought actually existed in reality (a place I don't visit often) to assist throughout the day. It helps you get through the day when you can look out the window in your history class and imagine pink elephants zipping about in the sky.
And I wonder why people call me crazy, honestly.
The room was slightly filled up when I got there. At least I wasn't the first one there.
I took my seat next to Alex, Brian and Danny. All guys. And they call me a lucky, lucky girl. Even though Brian is insane, he's still cooler than most, as I've said earlier.
Ms. C. stood in the front of the room talking to her teacher's aide. I planted my head on my binder. I saw Legolas enter the room shyly as Pippin tried to shove him in the door. I gave a faint grin.
"Whoa. Loads of new kids today," Dan said absently.
"I know what you mean," Alex said.
"Oh yeah, you're right," I added, even though I knew perfectly well why there were so many new kids.
"Pork Chops!" Brian cried loudly. I smiled, the fabric of the binder rough against my cheek.
The teacher began droning on, but Dave and I struck up some conversation. It was quite common for kids to ignore the teacher at this educational palace. Ugh.
Our school was full of not so wholesome types. There were kids in the eighth grade who had done things you wouldn't want to tell your parents about. There were kids who thought that they were 'all that and a bag of potato chips.' There were crazy people (my favorites!). Few people were all that great, if you want the truth.
See, I told you. Sorry about my extreme dislike and brutal honesty.
Soon I had received a note from my friend, Sherry. I unfolded it. 'To Rachel,' it said on the outside. 'This is boring! If boredom could kill, I'd be spinning in my grave!' I looked up at her where she sat at another table. I smiled and bobbed my head. She snickered and nodded back.
Minerals were the topic of today's lecture. Alex and Danny exchanged a bored glace and smiled at one another. For a stupid moment, I wished Alex had glanced at me too. Sometimes I let my mind run away with me.
Legolas had been sat next to Sherry, who was looking at him with interest. I can bet that she was 'checking him out.'
Interesting. VERY interesting. That could result in a scientific experiment in itself. How long will it take a hormonal teenager to fall for a studly elf boy? Hypothesis: Not long.
See what I mean? I really am crazy.
But at least now, no one can say I ignore science class ALL the time.
A/N: Thanks for your reviews, my friends.
Disclaimer: If I owned The Lord of the Rings or anything else, do you think I would still have to borrow money from my parents? Teehee.
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We took our seats as fast as possible. Well, except me, already being in my seat. I anxiously drummed the fingers of my left hand on the top of my desk as I set to work on my work.
People around me chatted idly and were quickly scolded by the teacher. I sighed at the problem that lay before me, which involved adding sixteen cubed to the square root of four. The words 'no calculator' were written boldly with one of those erasable markers on the whiteboard, with three lines underneath it.
I rested my hand on my left hand and began scribbling down the equation written on the board. I swiveled my head around a little and saw Frodo and Sam whispering to each other hurriedly. Sam continuously glanced at the overhead nervously, while Frodo folded his arms and examined it intently.
But then, to my complete and total relief, they began working quickly and efficiently (I thought, by looking at them) at their math problems. It was all going very good, until Frodo started singing on of those cute songs that Jeff had memorized out of the book. I almost screamed. At first I thought that no one might notice, but then, it happened.
"Dude, that is TIGHT!" Jasper said from the desk in from of the two. "Is that the new Ja Rule song?"
"Uh, no," Frodo denounced quickly, upon seeing my warning look. He gave Sam a questioning glance. I folded my arms and rested my chin on them and closed my eyes, trying to relax as Jasper prompted Frodo to repeat the little rhyme that he had rattled off a few seconds earlier.
As I finished jotting down some inane math problem, I continued to let my mind wander to things that could, without a doubt, go wrong. Mrs. W. could call on Sam or Frodo and they would all confused on some basic problem. Jasper could draw them into his sick, twisted world that they call Popularity and make them hobbit versions of himself (oh, the humanity!). Or maybe, the principal will come in dressed as an Orc or something. Well, everyone would probably freak out because that's just weird. But I think it still counts!
Suddenly I was a bit on the sad side. I mean, I'd been going for my school for two years. Frodo and Sam had been here for about ten minutes. And now they had managed to catch Jasper's eye with some stupid rhyme?
Sorry. That was uncalled for.
You might have guessed by now that I really have hostile feelings toward school.
Anyways, math went by without a hitch, much to my supreme relief. Erm, perhaps I forgot one minor detail.
Jasper had accepted the two hobbits into the eighth grade paradise of Popularity. In case you didn't know, I will briefly describe Popularity to you.
Popularity at my humble school is where everyone can flirt with members of the opposite gender and not be considered skanky. It's a place where you can sit at an exclusive table in the commons for lunch. It's where teachers automatically love and adore you and sometimes comply with your every whim.
Obviously I have been prohibited from ever joining those in Popularity.
It's not my cup of tea, you might say.
Oh all right, since you're so persistent. I sometimes secretly wish I was a citizen of Popularity. I suppose every youngster in the world of Eight Grade wishes they were welcomed into Popularity at some point.
But enough about that!
I had walked to my locker slowly. No one except the much-ridiculed 'sevvies' (seventh graders) was ever in a hurry to get to any classes. Hey, they may be fun sometimes, but they're still school.
I'm a cynic, sometimes. And this day had not gone very well for the first hour of school.
It was unnaturally cold in school. I was glad I had put my turtleneck on underneath my tie-dyed t-shirt. I don't dress like everyone else, most of the time, as you may have guessed.
When I opened my locker, my science book tumbled out and landed on the toe of my plaid sneaker. I howled in pain, and a group of jocks turned to look at me.
"What're you lookin' at?" I said crossly. "Nothing to see here!" They turned away, but looking at me like I had sprouted an extra arm. Yeah, I know it was sort of uncalled for, but as I've said before, the day was not going well. I had algebra homework, and not to mention the fact that I also had a group of guys that I had not thought actually existed in reality (a place I don't visit often) to assist throughout the day. It helps you get through the day when you can look out the window in your history class and imagine pink elephants zipping about in the sky.
And I wonder why people call me crazy, honestly.
The room was slightly filled up when I got there. At least I wasn't the first one there.
I took my seat next to Alex, Brian and Danny. All guys. And they call me a lucky, lucky girl. Even though Brian is insane, he's still cooler than most, as I've said earlier.
Ms. C. stood in the front of the room talking to her teacher's aide. I planted my head on my binder. I saw Legolas enter the room shyly as Pippin tried to shove him in the door. I gave a faint grin.
"Whoa. Loads of new kids today," Dan said absently.
"I know what you mean," Alex said.
"Oh yeah, you're right," I added, even though I knew perfectly well why there were so many new kids.
"Pork Chops!" Brian cried loudly. I smiled, the fabric of the binder rough against my cheek.
The teacher began droning on, but Dave and I struck up some conversation. It was quite common for kids to ignore the teacher at this educational palace. Ugh.
Our school was full of not so wholesome types. There were kids in the eighth grade who had done things you wouldn't want to tell your parents about. There were kids who thought that they were 'all that and a bag of potato chips.' There were crazy people (my favorites!). Few people were all that great, if you want the truth.
See, I told you. Sorry about my extreme dislike and brutal honesty.
Soon I had received a note from my friend, Sherry. I unfolded it. 'To Rachel,' it said on the outside. 'This is boring! If boredom could kill, I'd be spinning in my grave!' I looked up at her where she sat at another table. I smiled and bobbed my head. She snickered and nodded back.
Minerals were the topic of today's lecture. Alex and Danny exchanged a bored glace and smiled at one another. For a stupid moment, I wished Alex had glanced at me too. Sometimes I let my mind run away with me.
Legolas had been sat next to Sherry, who was looking at him with interest. I can bet that she was 'checking him out.'
Interesting. VERY interesting. That could result in a scientific experiment in itself. How long will it take a hormonal teenager to fall for a studly elf boy? Hypothesis: Not long.
See what I mean? I really am crazy.
But at least now, no one can say I ignore science class ALL the time.