A/N: I just noticed that another Boromir story had the name Laurel, sorry to that person, but I can't think of anything else to rename my character, don't be mad. If I think of something more fitting I'll change it but otherwise I'm leaving it. Well on with the story please R & R! ^_^
Chapter Two
The school day had finally ended and she had managed to survive. Her feet led her down the same path she had always traveled to return home. It had never occurred to her to take another. Laurel's steps remained slow and luxurious, it was always one of her favorite things to do, walking home calmed her and prepared her for the dead silence of her home. She had to walk to get rid of the stress that came when she had no one to talk to, she sometimes felt mute, as though no one even knew she had the ability to talk. She was always happy to have the solitude but after awhile the silence felt like it was crushing her and it was always a joy to be somewhere were speech wasn't necessary.
The narrow path led her from the school through a quiet ravine towards her house. The lush forest and small stream hadn't yet seen the likes of rude teenagers. There was a very small amount of litter and nothing had been destroyed yet. It was always a nice thing for Laurel to know that her small piece of fantasy had yet to be condemned to the same fate as the rest of the world.
As she walked home, it seemed that she didn't want to be home yet, so she decided to stop and write more in her journal. It was always comforting to write whatever was bothering her, it fell onto the white pages and left her mind content. She put her bag down and sat crossed legged on a flat stone that faced the melodious stream. As she pulled out her journal she caught a flash of silver out of the corner of her eye. It seemed to have come from the water in front of her so she placed her journal on the ground and crawled toward the stream, searching for the source of the light. Looking into the stream she saw a beautiful necklace, embedded in the black bottom. It was a silver necklace, a tear drop piece of silver with a blue stone set around the bottom of the tear shape, resting at the base of the chain. The stone was the same deep blue of her eyes. She didn't know where on earth the necklace could have come from since so few people came through this part of the forest. Unsure of whom it may belong to she reached her hand into the cool water to get a closer look at the magnificent necklace. She stretched her arm as far as she could and could not reach the stone, still to far for her fingers to reach. She crawled closer to the edge and reached as far as she could, her shoulder was nearly into the water when she felt the solid metal of the chain in her hand. As she went to bring it out and look at it more closely, the loose ground near the edge of the water began to crumble and she fell into the water.
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Laurel woke up soaking wet, the necklace still clutched in her hand. She looked around and noticed that although still in a stream she was not in the same one she fell into. Her surroundings looked much different than her diverse ravine, with the trees that let the sunlight fall in beautiful patterns across the forest floor. Where she was looked like a flat plain, with few trees and nothing close to a ravine. She frantically searched for a simple, familiar thing, but all she saw was flat land with a small stream trickling through. Realizing how cold she was just sitting like an idiot in the stream she put her confusion to the back of her mind and tried to get out of the freezing water. Her hands didn't seem to work, everything had gone completely numb. Her mind slowed down to crawl and she had a lot of trouble of focusing on her main thought of getting out of the icy waters. Her hands slipped over slim covered pebbles and she could barely move her legs. The water kept her from making much progress, and to frightened to even try to raise herself into a crouch she kept with the crawling.
After what seemed like hours Laurel managed to pull herself from the stream and fall into a ball near the stream. She collapsed and fell out of consciousness, her last thought "I have to get home…"