It's Frodo Baggins.and the Foloful..
By Liz R.
Storming through the party like my name is el nino Hey, I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an el Camino As a kid, was a skid No one knew me by name Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came! Now I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in High School Never goin', never showin' up when we had to Attention that we crave; don't tell us behave; I'm sick of always hearin' act your age! -Sum 41
"Where the hell is the Frodo?" Erin screamed in frustration to her friend Liz(a/n me obviously). They were standing in the parking lot of the ancient Catholic school they attended. (a/n It was just a church in the 1920's.)
"Relax, Foloful. She's late for school everyday. keep your ass on."
Our teacher came down the three stairs leading up into the school and beckoned for the seventh (It takes place last year okay.) grade to come into the church for morning assembly. As usual Liz and Diana (a/n a friend, but not part of the hobbit trio) quickly stepped behind Erin, so not to be first in line. Erin rolled her eyes and walked into the school after our teacher.
Liz, Erin and Diana put down their book bags and binders, waited until a few other girls had gone in, and then traipsed into the church themselves.
None of them could help but to notice three new kids standing near the podium (It's not the lectern in case any religion nuts flip) and talking to the principle. Liz stopped, her eyes fixed on the dark haired one. She stood there until Josh ran into her.
"God, Liz, would you move??"
"But." Liz started.
"C'mon, Baggins." Erin said tugging on the sleeve of the ugly oxford the school makes us, boys and girls alike, wear.
"But, he looks just like Daniel." Liz said, slightly louder than she meant to, drawing laughs from the eighth grade. Liz glared at the eighth graders, then turned and genuflected to the Tabernacle. She and Erin bowed in unison to the alter.
All the girls smoothed down the backs of their uniform skirts, and sat down in a fan-like motion. Then the boys sat down, closely followed by a few slow-pokes who had just arrived in time.
Just as the principal opened her mouth to talk Lauren snuck into the church so that no one would know she was late, and sat down in front of Diana.
"Frodo," whispered Liz angrily. "Where the hell where you??"
"I've been late for every day we've gone here, Baggins give me a damn break."
"I would like to introduce some students from England,"
Liz tapped Lauren on the shoulder and gestured to the dark-haired boy who was walking with his friends(a/n yeah right, like I wouldn't recognize Emma and Rupert.) up to where Mrs. Riley stood. "Doesn't he look like exactly like my pretty Danny?"
"Yeah, he does." replied Lauren squinting in the direction of the boy.
"It is my great pleasure to introduce to you, H.J. Radcliffe, Anne Watson, and Art Grint. Liz nearly had a heart attack.
"He even has the same fucking last name as pretty my pretty Danny!" she gasped out.
"And they have the same last names as Emma and Rupert." added Lauren.
"I wonder if they're related or something?" Erin said as H.J., Anne and Art sat down near Liz, Erin, and Lauren. "H.J. could hook you up or something, Baggins."
"I am having a shit load of trouble breathing right now." Liz wheezed back.
Ha, ha! Cliffie!!!
Chapter 2
Storming through the party like my name is el nino Hey, I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an el Camino As a kid, was a skid No one knew me by name Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came! Now I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in High School Never goin', never showin' up when we had to Attention that we crave; don't tell us behave; I'm sick of always hearin' act your age! -Sum 41
"Where the hell is the Frodo?" Erin screamed in frustration to her friend Liz(a/n me obviously). They were standing in the parking lot of the ancient Catholic school they attended. (a/n It was just a church in the 1920's.)
"Relax, Foloful. She's late for school everyday. keep your ass on."
Our teacher came down the three stairs leading up into the school and beckoned for the seventh (It takes place last year okay.) grade to come into the church for morning assembly. As usual Liz and Diana (a/n a friend, but not part of the hobbit trio) quickly stepped behind Erin, so not to be first in line. Erin rolled her eyes and walked into the school after our teacher.
Liz, Erin and Diana put down their book bags and binders, waited until a few other girls had gone in, and then traipsed into the church themselves.
None of them could help but to notice three new kids standing near the podium (It's not the lectern in case any religion nuts flip) and talking to the principle. Liz stopped, her eyes fixed on the dark haired one. She stood there until Josh ran into her.
"God, Liz, would you move??"
"But." Liz started.
"C'mon, Baggins." Erin said tugging on the sleeve of the ugly oxford the school makes us, boys and girls alike, wear.
"But, he looks just like Daniel." Liz said, slightly louder than she meant to, drawing laughs from the eighth grade. Liz glared at the eighth graders, then turned and genuflected to the Tabernacle. She and Erin bowed in unison to the alter.
All the girls smoothed down the backs of their uniform skirts, and sat down in a fan-like motion. Then the boys sat down, closely followed by a few slow-pokes who had just arrived in time.
Just as the principal opened her mouth to talk Lauren snuck into the church so that no one would know she was late, and sat down in front of Diana.
"Frodo," whispered Liz angrily. "Where the hell where you??"
"I've been late for every day we've gone here, Baggins give me a damn break."
"I would like to introduce some students from England,"
Liz tapped Lauren on the shoulder and gestured to the dark-haired boy who was walking with his friends(a/n yeah right, like I wouldn't recognize Emma and Rupert.) up to where Mrs. Riley stood. "Doesn't he look like exactly like my pretty Danny?"
"Yeah, he does." replied Lauren squinting in the direction of the boy.
"It is my great pleasure to introduce to you, H.J. Radcliffe, Anne Watson, and Art Grint. Liz nearly had a heart attack.
"He even has the same fucking last name as pretty my pretty Danny!" she gasped out.
"And they have the same last names as Emma and Rupert." added Lauren.
"I wonder if they're related or something?" Erin said as H.J., Anne and Art sat down near Liz, Erin, and Lauren. "H.J. could hook you up or something, Baggins."
"I am having a shit load of trouble breathing right now." Liz wheezed back.
Ha, ha! Cliffie!!!
Chapter 2