Chapter 1 The finding of the book
I turned on the television and slumped into the sofa, just glad to be back. " I'm home" I say, " Finally I'm home. I sat there flipping through the channels and just relaxing. I stopped on a channel and there was a movie commercial
Of all the movie commercials it could have been, it was the one commercial I was hoping never to see again. It was the Lord of the Rings commercial; you know the one with Frodo, Sam, and the rest of the characters. You see I just spent at least a year in Middle Earth. Now your probably thinking that I should be taking some sort of medicine, but yeah I have been to Middle Earth. Are you going to listen to my story? All right then, here is how it goes.
I've had a bad day, first of all, my car doesn't start, had to walk to school because of that. My first period teacher tells me that I have failed her class for the six weeks, and that I will have to retake her class next semester. Last but not least I had to explain the reason why I failed that class to my parents.
After getting the "lecture", I took a bus to the city library, in hopes of checking out my personal favorite book series, The Lord of The Rings, parts one through three. When I got there, I headed up the stairs and into the library. The city library was built in a Greek style on the outside, (you know with the pillars, stone, and a lot of steps on the stairs) but the inside was rather nice.
The roof had the same painting as the one in the Sistine Chapel, the bookshelves were arranged in neat orderly rows, and there was some Greek style, but instead of stone there was wood. The floors were made out of black marble and white tile that were cut in spiral motion that started from the middle of the building and branched into five spirals ending about ten feet from the walls which were then laid down with a light yellow tile to give it an interesting look.
I headed over to the bookshelf "R-V" and started to search for the series. I slowly walked down the aisle, looking up and down in hopes of finding the books. The bookshelf came to end and continued to the "W-Z" section, and that made me realize that the books were not there. I then walked over to librarian's desk and found that she was not there. I looked around for the librarian, but she was nowhere in sight, then I felt someone tap on my shoulder.
I spun and to see who tapped on my shoulder and found that it was a young woman. She was at least twenty; she wore an emerald green dress that had satin sleeves, on her dress was a badge that read "trainee". Her hair was a wavy blonde, she had a lovely yet kind face, but the strangest thing about her was her eyes, that as I looked at them, they seemed to pierce my very mind and read my thoughts.
"Hello there" she said, "my name is Gabriele, I'm the new librarian. Are you looking for something?"
"Yes I am" I replied, "I'm looking for the Lord of The Rings series, are they in?"
"If you're looking for the old versions of that series," she said. "They have all been checked out, but we have a new version that just came in. Would you like to check it out?" I nodded my with great anticipation and said, "I would most certainly like to check it out!" She just smiled and motioned for me to follow her to the check out desk.
When she reached her desk, she automatically bent down and opened a box that was sitting on the floor, then she put her arm in and pulled out a book. She then stood up straight and handed me the book. I looked at the cover and it read: The Lord of The Rings the complete trilogy. On the cover was a scene from the movie; it was one of the Ring wraiths on his horse at night in the midst of a forest.
" Do you like it?" Gabrielle asked
" Yes I do," I replied, " can I check this out?"
She nodded and sat down at her desk, I gave her the book and she then stamped the book and handed it back. I waved goodbye to Gabrielle and headed out the door. Clutching the book I head for the nearest bus stop for a ride home. The bus soon arrived and I got on and waited till the stop Overland Pass came up, I pulled the stop requested cord and got off.
It was a bit of a walk to my house but when I arrived I took a good look at my house. My house was the typical suburban home, it was a red bricked house with two door garage, one huge front lawn covered in Kentucky Blue Grass (my dad is obsessed with yard work), and there were rose bushes lining our driveway. The front door was intricately designed that had hummingbirds carved into the wood, and our doorbell was carved into a rose.
I opened the door and walked in to smell an aroma of cooking bread coming from the kitchen. "Looks like mom is cooking tonight" I thought, " hmm, by the smell of it, it's going to be Brisket sandwiches with baked beans and potatoes." Another "Texan" dinner, you see my mother grew in Texas, so she is used to eating barbecue.
My father on the other hand was brought up in Colorado, where barbecue doesn't exist. Both my mother and my father tend to argue over what's for dinner. He prefers venison and other "game" for dinner. My mother would rather have baby back ribs. In fact I remember him always telling me as a kid about all the hunting trips he went on, including the ones he took me on. My dad keeps an odd assortment of rifles and shotguns in my reading room, which he keeps under lock and key.
"Naval is that you?" my mother called from the kitchen " if so make sure you straighten up your room it's a bit of a mess." The usual, everyday thing that mothers do, clean your room, feed the cat, etc, etc. I'm used to my mother saying that exact same line everyday when I get home. My mother knows that dad doesn't get home for another fifteen minutes at the least.
I walked upstairs, looking at the endless amount of pictures hanging on the wall. Only one catches my attention today, it was a snapshot from about two years ago when I had entered our cat in a local cat show. Our cat got best in show, in the long hair division. Bile died three weeks ago due to a tumor growing on his heart.
I walked into my room, and then suddenly remembering to tidy my room I decided to get it over with. After tidying my room my mother called me down for dinner. I headed downstairs and slipped into my usual seat in the kitchen and took a look around.
Our kitchen was no biggie; we had table that was able to seat four, my mother, my father, lastly my brother who just went off to college and me. Our dinner was a quiet one, with out Carl around it just isn't the same. He was always the on who could start a conversation. After dinner, I helped mom clean up the table and wash the dishes, then I went upstairs and into my room grabbed my book bag, a package of Tootsie Rolls, and the book and headed for the attic, A.KA. Reading Room.
I turned on the television and slumped into the sofa, just glad to be back. " I'm home" I say, " Finally I'm home. I sat there flipping through the channels and just relaxing. I stopped on a channel and there was a movie commercial
Of all the movie commercials it could have been, it was the one commercial I was hoping never to see again. It was the Lord of the Rings commercial; you know the one with Frodo, Sam, and the rest of the characters. You see I just spent at least a year in Middle Earth. Now your probably thinking that I should be taking some sort of medicine, but yeah I have been to Middle Earth. Are you going to listen to my story? All right then, here is how it goes.
I've had a bad day, first of all, my car doesn't start, had to walk to school because of that. My first period teacher tells me that I have failed her class for the six weeks, and that I will have to retake her class next semester. Last but not least I had to explain the reason why I failed that class to my parents.
After getting the "lecture", I took a bus to the city library, in hopes of checking out my personal favorite book series, The Lord of The Rings, parts one through three. When I got there, I headed up the stairs and into the library. The city library was built in a Greek style on the outside, (you know with the pillars, stone, and a lot of steps on the stairs) but the inside was rather nice.
The roof had the same painting as the one in the Sistine Chapel, the bookshelves were arranged in neat orderly rows, and there was some Greek style, but instead of stone there was wood. The floors were made out of black marble and white tile that were cut in spiral motion that started from the middle of the building and branched into five spirals ending about ten feet from the walls which were then laid down with a light yellow tile to give it an interesting look.
I headed over to the bookshelf "R-V" and started to search for the series. I slowly walked down the aisle, looking up and down in hopes of finding the books. The bookshelf came to end and continued to the "W-Z" section, and that made me realize that the books were not there. I then walked over to librarian's desk and found that she was not there. I looked around for the librarian, but she was nowhere in sight, then I felt someone tap on my shoulder.
I spun and to see who tapped on my shoulder and found that it was a young woman. She was at least twenty; she wore an emerald green dress that had satin sleeves, on her dress was a badge that read "trainee". Her hair was a wavy blonde, she had a lovely yet kind face, but the strangest thing about her was her eyes, that as I looked at them, they seemed to pierce my very mind and read my thoughts.
"Hello there" she said, "my name is Gabriele, I'm the new librarian. Are you looking for something?"
"Yes I am" I replied, "I'm looking for the Lord of The Rings series, are they in?"
"If you're looking for the old versions of that series," she said. "They have all been checked out, but we have a new version that just came in. Would you like to check it out?" I nodded my with great anticipation and said, "I would most certainly like to check it out!" She just smiled and motioned for me to follow her to the check out desk.
When she reached her desk, she automatically bent down and opened a box that was sitting on the floor, then she put her arm in and pulled out a book. She then stood up straight and handed me the book. I looked at the cover and it read: The Lord of The Rings the complete trilogy. On the cover was a scene from the movie; it was one of the Ring wraiths on his horse at night in the midst of a forest.
" Do you like it?" Gabrielle asked
" Yes I do," I replied, " can I check this out?"
She nodded and sat down at her desk, I gave her the book and she then stamped the book and handed it back. I waved goodbye to Gabrielle and headed out the door. Clutching the book I head for the nearest bus stop for a ride home. The bus soon arrived and I got on and waited till the stop Overland Pass came up, I pulled the stop requested cord and got off.
It was a bit of a walk to my house but when I arrived I took a good look at my house. My house was the typical suburban home, it was a red bricked house with two door garage, one huge front lawn covered in Kentucky Blue Grass (my dad is obsessed with yard work), and there were rose bushes lining our driveway. The front door was intricately designed that had hummingbirds carved into the wood, and our doorbell was carved into a rose.
I opened the door and walked in to smell an aroma of cooking bread coming from the kitchen. "Looks like mom is cooking tonight" I thought, " hmm, by the smell of it, it's going to be Brisket sandwiches with baked beans and potatoes." Another "Texan" dinner, you see my mother grew in Texas, so she is used to eating barbecue.
My father on the other hand was brought up in Colorado, where barbecue doesn't exist. Both my mother and my father tend to argue over what's for dinner. He prefers venison and other "game" for dinner. My mother would rather have baby back ribs. In fact I remember him always telling me as a kid about all the hunting trips he went on, including the ones he took me on. My dad keeps an odd assortment of rifles and shotguns in my reading room, which he keeps under lock and key.
"Naval is that you?" my mother called from the kitchen " if so make sure you straighten up your room it's a bit of a mess." The usual, everyday thing that mothers do, clean your room, feed the cat, etc, etc. I'm used to my mother saying that exact same line everyday when I get home. My mother knows that dad doesn't get home for another fifteen minutes at the least.
I walked upstairs, looking at the endless amount of pictures hanging on the wall. Only one catches my attention today, it was a snapshot from about two years ago when I had entered our cat in a local cat show. Our cat got best in show, in the long hair division. Bile died three weeks ago due to a tumor growing on his heart.
I walked into my room, and then suddenly remembering to tidy my room I decided to get it over with. After tidying my room my mother called me down for dinner. I headed downstairs and slipped into my usual seat in the kitchen and took a look around.
Our kitchen was no biggie; we had table that was able to seat four, my mother, my father, lastly my brother who just went off to college and me. Our dinner was a quiet one, with out Carl around it just isn't the same. He was always the on who could start a conversation. After dinner, I helped mom clean up the table and wash the dishes, then I went upstairs and into my room grabbed my book bag, a package of Tootsie Rolls, and the book and headed for the attic, A.KA. Reading Room.