.~*~.
Emelie shivered as she stepped out of the warm shower. She hastily grabbed
a towel and began drying herself off, humming quietly.
What am I going to do today? She thought to herself cheerfully.
Maybe Jill or Alycia can come over and we can go to the mall or something.
Then her mood changed abruptly as she remembered what her friends had
morphed into. Disgustedly she threw down the towel and slipped into her
blue terrycloth robe, tying the belt with a violent jerk.
Her three best friends had
recently became Lord of the Rings fanatics. That was all they talked
about. When she Instant Messaged them, their away message would say:
"Watching my extended version of the DVD, be back in five hours."
or sometimes:
"Gazing at my Legolas poster. I would talk to you, but I don't want
to get drool all over the keyboard."
Lately, the three had taken to speaking Elvish and
writing in Dwarvish Runes. They had tried to get Emelie into it too, but
she resisted. She simply wasn't into the Fantasy stuff. Her friends, however,
didn't understand that and they took her to see the movie anyways, positive
that she would simply love it. BIG mistake. She just criticized and laughed
at everything.
Her friends just shook their heads and muttered,
"She just doesn't understand." Emelie would just roll her eyes, but deep
down inside, she was hurt. She wanted to be included in their conversation,
in all their jokes. She wanted it to be just like old times.
Emelie pulled back the curtain of the little window
and sighed as she watched a few snowflakes float to the already snow coated
ground.
Maybe Mike and Steph will want to go sledding
or something. She flung open the bathroom door and stalked into the
living room, looking for her twin brother and sister, who were only a year
younger than her. She rounded the wall seperating the living room from
the hall, opening her mouth so that she could yell at them to get their
butts off the couch and into their snowsuits. As she came around the corner,
she stopped. Steph was on the couch, reading a book, her bare feet hanging
off the edge of the sofa while her brother sat glued to the Television
set, playing his new Nintendo Game, which happened to be Lord of the Rings.
Emelie rolled her eyes angrily and was about to storm back into the bathroom,
when she narrowed her eyes and tried to make out the title of the book
Steph was reading. She straightened up and yelled, "That's IT!" Both her
siblings jumped and looked at her, their eyes wide.
"I hate you two! I hate you so much! Do you not
care that my life is boring as hell?! And why is it this why, do you ask?!
BECAUSE OF THAT SHIT YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW! You reading your Lord of the
Rings book, you playing your Lord of the Rings game! I hate it all! I wish
this Tolkien ass was never born!" and with that she stormed out of the
room, leaving her brother and sister staring after her, mouths slightly
open.
Emelie stomped into the bathroom and slammed the
door shut. A bottle of hand cream teetered perilously on the edge of the
sink for a moment and then fell onto the tile floor with a loud bang. Angry
tears began to stream out of her eyes as she plugged the hairdryer into
the wall and began blowdrying her hair. She glared at her reflection blurrily.
"He was probably a lunatic," she muttered to herself. "How else could a
jerk come up with such a stupid ridiculous story?! I wish he was never
born!" She threw the hairdryer down and unplugged it from the wall. As
she straightened up, she grabbed the sink to keep herself from falling.
"Whoa..." she murmured. The whole room was swaying, and getting blurrier.
She frantically wiped her eyes, thinking it was just her tears causing
an illusion, but she found that her eyes were curiously dry. Strange...she
thought before everything went black.