AP Middle Earth
By Alyssa Wood
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Author's Note: I write again! You cannot escape me! Thank Mike from elfBrods for the subject. Speaking of Elfbrods, have you signed up yet??? If you haven't, then you can e-mail me at admin@elfbrods.zzn.com or visit our site at http://www.elfbrodsrpg.tk . Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that I have destroyed.
Claimer: I OWN THE CLASS!!! THE CLASS AND SANDY ARE MINE! You can't use either idea without written permission by myself or...well, myself. Thank you!
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(Next Day)
Sandy woke up to the sound of coffee mugs banging downstairs. This was the morning signal for her to get herself out of bed and down for breakfast. When she had rubbed all the sleep that had possessed her out of her eyes, she looked around faintly. The first day of school seemed like nothing but a mere dream.
"Sandy, you'll be late for school!" Mrs. Winters barked at her daughter, handing her a cup of coffee and sending her out the door before the girl had time to get dressed, do her hair, and such. Sandy was left that morning, standing in the middle of the yard, her backpack in one hand, a coffee mug in the other, and still warmly dressed in her stars and moons pajamas.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a really bad day," she grumbled as she started walking to school (because she had already missed the bus).
~*Two Periods and One lecture later*~
Sandy walked into her third period APME class in a miserable fashion. She was, indeed, incredibly late and received a harsh warning from the principal. And now she stumbled into class wearing her old, stinky PE shoes and pajamas.
"This is stinks," Sandy muttered, taking her seat between the hobbit and elf.
Legolas returned her remark with a disgusted look. "What ARE you wearing? Are those your night cloths?" he screwed up his face to reflect his astonishment.
"Yeah and if you want to keep talking, elf boy, I'll give you something that will make people stare you at you forever!" Sandy held up her fist. Legolas, taking the reply as a challenge, took out his bow and aimed it at Sandy's forehead.
"I can kill you right now," he thought more to himself than to Sandy. Frodo stared in fright, realizing that if Legolas missed or Sandy ducked, the arrow would go straight for him.
Elrond walked into the room and found the two ready to fight. It was some magic from him that made Sandy sit back down and Legolas to drop his bow. "Good morning, class!" he laughed happily, forgetting the scene that he walked in upon. "Guess what we're going to do today? Research, Research, And more Research!"
Sandy looked quite annoyed. "And what are we researching? Cheese balls?"
Elrond returned her look, "No, Miss Winters, we're going to write a ten page essay on the importance of television and internet in the sixth age of Middle Earth."
"Oooh! Oooh!" Merry cried from his seat in the back (Elrond couldn't stand the site of him sitting in the front anymore and it was an easy way to ignore him). "Professor! PROFESSOR!" Elrond covered his eyes and pointed at the gitty hobbit. "Middle Earth is IN the sixth age yet!"
"Shut up, hobbit! I'M the professor here! Have you lived for over 4,000 years? I don't think so. Now, ten page essay due Friday!" an evil smile was fixed to the Elf Lord's face. The class groaned.
"Hey!" Merry cried angrily. "No one has EVER told Meriadoc Brandybuck to shut up!" Merry took out his sword and aimed it at the Elf Lord. "DIE, EVIL ELF LORD, DIE!"
Merry jumped from his desk and landed on the elf's head, punching, biting, and bouncing (?). Lord Elrond picked up the hobbit and threw him out the window (oh, did I mention they were on the third floor?), leaving the students in shock, staring at the broken window.
Pippin hopped to the window and looked down. "Are you all right, Merry?" he cried.
A whimper came in reply, half in pain and half in glee. "Ooooooooooo...MUSHROOMS!"
Pippin fell from the window at the word and a second later there was a bang as he hit a drummer in the High School band. But out of the confusion, they heard him cry out, "MUSHROOMS! MUSHROOMS! MUSHROOMS!"
The other hobbits (Rosie, Sam, and Frodo) followed the hobbits out the window and one by one, they kept hitting more band members (a few flutes...who's going to miss them, anyway? no offense...). Elrond left the room to retrieve the hobbits and taken them to the health office where they were treated for their wounds and lectured for their "attempt of suicide". The report came back that the hobbits were to take 3 years of counseling because of this incident.
And while this was happening, there went another day of APME. The bell rang and Sandy raced out the door, not wanting to look back. She caught up with her friend, Alyssa, again, trying to explain her strange day and failing terribly...
This isn't the end of APME...just the beginning of another history...
By Alyssa Wood
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Author's Note: I write again! You cannot escape me! Thank Mike from elfBrods for the subject. Speaking of Elfbrods, have you signed up yet??? If you haven't, then you can e-mail me at admin@elfbrods.zzn.com or visit our site at http://www.elfbrodsrpg.tk . Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that I have destroyed.
Claimer: I OWN THE CLASS!!! THE CLASS AND SANDY ARE MINE! You can't use either idea without written permission by myself or...well, myself. Thank you!
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(Next Day)
Sandy woke up to the sound of coffee mugs banging downstairs. This was the morning signal for her to get herself out of bed and down for breakfast. When she had rubbed all the sleep that had possessed her out of her eyes, she looked around faintly. The first day of school seemed like nothing but a mere dream.
"Sandy, you'll be late for school!" Mrs. Winters barked at her daughter, handing her a cup of coffee and sending her out the door before the girl had time to get dressed, do her hair, and such. Sandy was left that morning, standing in the middle of the yard, her backpack in one hand, a coffee mug in the other, and still warmly dressed in her stars and moons pajamas.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a really bad day," she grumbled as she started walking to school (because she had already missed the bus).
~*Two Periods and One lecture later*~
Sandy walked into her third period APME class in a miserable fashion. She was, indeed, incredibly late and received a harsh warning from the principal. And now she stumbled into class wearing her old, stinky PE shoes and pajamas.
"This is stinks," Sandy muttered, taking her seat between the hobbit and elf.
Legolas returned her remark with a disgusted look. "What ARE you wearing? Are those your night cloths?" he screwed up his face to reflect his astonishment.
"Yeah and if you want to keep talking, elf boy, I'll give you something that will make people stare you at you forever!" Sandy held up her fist. Legolas, taking the reply as a challenge, took out his bow and aimed it at Sandy's forehead.
"I can kill you right now," he thought more to himself than to Sandy. Frodo stared in fright, realizing that if Legolas missed or Sandy ducked, the arrow would go straight for him.
Elrond walked into the room and found the two ready to fight. It was some magic from him that made Sandy sit back down and Legolas to drop his bow. "Good morning, class!" he laughed happily, forgetting the scene that he walked in upon. "Guess what we're going to do today? Research, Research, And more Research!"
Sandy looked quite annoyed. "And what are we researching? Cheese balls?"
Elrond returned her look, "No, Miss Winters, we're going to write a ten page essay on the importance of television and internet in the sixth age of Middle Earth."
"Oooh! Oooh!" Merry cried from his seat in the back (Elrond couldn't stand the site of him sitting in the front anymore and it was an easy way to ignore him). "Professor! PROFESSOR!" Elrond covered his eyes and pointed at the gitty hobbit. "Middle Earth is IN the sixth age yet!"
"Shut up, hobbit! I'M the professor here! Have you lived for over 4,000 years? I don't think so. Now, ten page essay due Friday!" an evil smile was fixed to the Elf Lord's face. The class groaned.
"Hey!" Merry cried angrily. "No one has EVER told Meriadoc Brandybuck to shut up!" Merry took out his sword and aimed it at the Elf Lord. "DIE, EVIL ELF LORD, DIE!"
Merry jumped from his desk and landed on the elf's head, punching, biting, and bouncing (?). Lord Elrond picked up the hobbit and threw him out the window (oh, did I mention they were on the third floor?), leaving the students in shock, staring at the broken window.
Pippin hopped to the window and looked down. "Are you all right, Merry?" he cried.
A whimper came in reply, half in pain and half in glee. "Ooooooooooo...MUSHROOMS!"
Pippin fell from the window at the word and a second later there was a bang as he hit a drummer in the High School band. But out of the confusion, they heard him cry out, "MUSHROOMS! MUSHROOMS! MUSHROOMS!"
The other hobbits (Rosie, Sam, and Frodo) followed the hobbits out the window and one by one, they kept hitting more band members (a few flutes...who's going to miss them, anyway? no offense...). Elrond left the room to retrieve the hobbits and taken them to the health office where they were treated for their wounds and lectured for their "attempt of suicide". The report came back that the hobbits were to take 3 years of counseling because of this incident.
And while this was happening, there went another day of APME. The bell rang and Sandy raced out the door, not wanting to look back. She caught up with her friend, Alyssa, again, trying to explain her strange day and failing terribly...
This isn't the end of APME...just the beginning of another history...