Disclaimer: I do not own the characters for Lord of the Rings.
Power
Chapter 1
Lisa walked of her bus and made her way down her street. Shifting her backpack into a more comfortable position, she began to walk faster.
Upon arriving at her home, a yell was issued from near her front door. Sighing to herself she entered into her home.
Her parents were fighting yet again. Her Mother and her Stepfather were in deep argumentive discussion about her, none the less.
"She's your daughter." Her stepfather yelled.
"Don't you think I know this?" Her Mother yelled back.
"You should discipline her more."
"Don't tell me how to raise my own daughter."
"Well someone sure has too. That daughter of yours is getting out of control." Her Stepfather yelled.
It was at this moment that 17-year-old Lisa walked into the room. She cleared her throat (rather loudly) and continued on her way out of the room.
Her parents turned to her. One look told her to keep on walking. Her stepfather stepped towards her with his fist raised.
Her Mother realising the conflict between the two, stepped between them.
"Leave her alone, John." She yelled grabbing hold of her husbands raised fist.
"Stay out of this, Martha." He yelled throwing back his wife, onto the floor.
Martha looked up at her husband fear in her eyes. Lowering her head she allowed her husband to approach her daughter.
"How dare you hit my Mother." Lisa yelled. Clenching her tightened fist.
He ignored his Stepdaughter, and continued towards her.
"Your school contacted us today."
"Your point?" Lisa replied mockingly.
"Why haven't you been attending?"
"It hasn't drawn my attention."
"Why haven't you been attending?" Her stepfather repeated. Clutching his Stepdaughters shirt.
"I didn't want to."
"Why."
"Like I said, I didn't want to."
"Lisa." He warned.
"What." She replied innocently.
"Where have you been, whilst not at school?"
Lisa shrugged. "Oh the usual, working the streets of Kings Cross."
"Lisa I'm warning you."
"With what, are you going to hit me, like you hit my Mother?"
"Just answer your Father, Lisa." Her Mother pleaded from the floor.
"His not my Father and he never will be." Lisa sneered pulling her shirt out of her Stepfathers clasp.
Lisa pushed past her Father and then continued on her way out of the room.
"Lisa apologise, this instant." Her Mother warned standing up beside her husband.
"You have got to be joking." Lisa replied.
"I'm not, now apologise."
"Not in this lifetime." Lisa sneered walking out of the room.
"Lisa come back here this instant."
But the only reply her Mother and Stepfather got was the slam of a door and a lock sliding into place.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A knock resounded throughout Lisa's home.
Lisa grinned happily to herself.
"Finally." She muttered, grabbing her already packed bag.
She bounded down her stairs and opened the front door. A kind faced red head stood in the doorway.
"DAD." Lisa screamed enveloping her Father into a hug.
"You ready to go?" He asked
Lisa indicated to her already packed bags on the floor.
"Am I ever." She replied.
Her Father picked up her bags and wrapped an arm around his daughter as they walked to his car.
"Where to this time?" her Father mocked.
"Anywhere but here." Lisa replied getting into her Fathers car.
Her Father started the engine. Lisa turned and smiled at him.
"Take me away, far away."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope you like chapter one. I'm sorry if the grammar and editing isn't 100% but I do try. Please review.
Oh and the little joke of 'Kings Cross'. Well Kings Cross is a place in Sydney, regarded as the number one spot for Prostitutes.
Urebriviel
Power
Chapter 1
Lisa walked of her bus and made her way down her street. Shifting her backpack into a more comfortable position, she began to walk faster.
Upon arriving at her home, a yell was issued from near her front door. Sighing to herself she entered into her home.
Her parents were fighting yet again. Her Mother and her Stepfather were in deep argumentive discussion about her, none the less.
"She's your daughter." Her stepfather yelled.
"Don't you think I know this?" Her Mother yelled back.
"You should discipline her more."
"Don't tell me how to raise my own daughter."
"Well someone sure has too. That daughter of yours is getting out of control." Her Stepfather yelled.
It was at this moment that 17-year-old Lisa walked into the room. She cleared her throat (rather loudly) and continued on her way out of the room.
Her parents turned to her. One look told her to keep on walking. Her stepfather stepped towards her with his fist raised.
Her Mother realising the conflict between the two, stepped between them.
"Leave her alone, John." She yelled grabbing hold of her husbands raised fist.
"Stay out of this, Martha." He yelled throwing back his wife, onto the floor.
Martha looked up at her husband fear in her eyes. Lowering her head she allowed her husband to approach her daughter.
"How dare you hit my Mother." Lisa yelled. Clenching her tightened fist.
He ignored his Stepdaughter, and continued towards her.
"Your school contacted us today."
"Your point?" Lisa replied mockingly.
"Why haven't you been attending?"
"It hasn't drawn my attention."
"Why haven't you been attending?" Her stepfather repeated. Clutching his Stepdaughters shirt.
"I didn't want to."
"Why."
"Like I said, I didn't want to."
"Lisa." He warned.
"What." She replied innocently.
"Where have you been, whilst not at school?"
Lisa shrugged. "Oh the usual, working the streets of Kings Cross."
"Lisa I'm warning you."
"With what, are you going to hit me, like you hit my Mother?"
"Just answer your Father, Lisa." Her Mother pleaded from the floor.
"His not my Father and he never will be." Lisa sneered pulling her shirt out of her Stepfathers clasp.
Lisa pushed past her Father and then continued on her way out of the room.
"Lisa apologise, this instant." Her Mother warned standing up beside her husband.
"You have got to be joking." Lisa replied.
"I'm not, now apologise."
"Not in this lifetime." Lisa sneered walking out of the room.
"Lisa come back here this instant."
But the only reply her Mother and Stepfather got was the slam of a door and a lock sliding into place.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A knock resounded throughout Lisa's home.
Lisa grinned happily to herself.
"Finally." She muttered, grabbing her already packed bag.
She bounded down her stairs and opened the front door. A kind faced red head stood in the doorway.
"DAD." Lisa screamed enveloping her Father into a hug.
"You ready to go?" He asked
Lisa indicated to her already packed bags on the floor.
"Am I ever." She replied.
Her Father picked up her bags and wrapped an arm around his daughter as they walked to his car.
"Where to this time?" her Father mocked.
"Anywhere but here." Lisa replied getting into her Fathers car.
Her Father started the engine. Lisa turned and smiled at him.
"Take me away, far away."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope you like chapter one. I'm sorry if the grammar and editing isn't 100% but I do try. Please review.
Oh and the little joke of 'Kings Cross'. Well Kings Cross is a place in Sydney, regarded as the number one spot for Prostitutes.
Urebriviel