Andmetwen- I actually had trouble being consistent with my story. I took a break to do another story and the whole time I just wanted to get to Gondor High! That's just my story. I did have another story that was pretty long. Thanks for coming this far!

Depression Conversation

Arleen POV

"So, Arleen...where do you go to school?" Daniel asked. He had asked me lots of questions and he seemed interested in talking to me...surprisingly! Connor and Blake sat a little bit to the side talking together as they munched on their tacos. They had lost interest when Daniel and I practically shared our life stories...okay, that's an exaggeration.

"I'm home schooled," I answer. "Wow, that's gotta be hard. I'd get so depressed not being made to see other people. I'm shy."

"Speaking of depression...I've been wondering why your songs are so depressing..." His eyes were a little shifty and he wiggled his fingers nervously. "Well...not long ago I dumped my girlfriend for a little thing and she got over me while we weren't dating. When I wanted to go out with her again, she'd started dating someone else and my mother is now getting cancer moles burned off every three months and my grandmother died not long ago and..." he pauses and slaps his forehead, tightly closing his eyes. "Why am I telling you ALL of this?"

I frown. "It's okay, Darien...I'm struggling with depression myself and I'm a little embarrassed to admit to everyone its because of loneliness. Everyone knows thought," I turn my head to the side a little.

"We have that in common," Darien says. "I hope we both can get over it. I don't think it will be a quick and easy process for me, I'm afraid. I've stopped eating right..." Darien lifted his drink up to his mouth.

"I've started to cut myself," I mutter. As soon as the words come out, I regret them. I had never told ANYONE that, not even my dad! I felt a shiver going down my spine.

He set down his drink with a pop and some coke splashed out. "Really?" he said quietly. "That's not good...though I'll admit, I'd thought about doing it too."

"Don't," I say. "Ever. It's a hard thing to stop doing."

"I'm glad I can't talk to you about these things, Arleen. I don't really talk about it with anyone." We smiled at each other and I felt my heart jump into my throat.



Darien POV

That night as I sat awake in my dorm, with a paper ad pencil, all I could think about was Arleen and her brown hair that hung in front of her soft eyes. I was trying to think of writing some sort of happy song, but nothing that made me happy was coming to mind, except Arleen, that is...

If I wrote a romantic song, would everyone think it was about/for her? That was my only concern. What COULD I write about that was happy, but deep and that wasn't Arleen? I couldn't think of anything. Before I knew it I was scribbling down things on my notepaper.

'Heart like a red sunrise, Beautiful but dangerous, You caught me by surprise. Hold me when it's perilous.

You make things better. Somehow you do. I can breath a little lighter, Thanks to you.'

I smiled at what I had written so far. I wanted to make it a song, but I kept on wondering what people would think. What would I say if they asked whom it was about? I put my paper on my dresser and got back into bed. I had to go to a few classes tomorrow so it was probably a good idea to sleep.



Emma POV

The next morning when I rushed to my class, I thought I saw Darien go into my homeroom before me. When I went in, I saw that it WAS him! He looked back at me, and then started to unpack his stuff.

I went to a desk a few rows away from him and sat. Legolas came in and sat next to me.

"Whazzup?"

"Did you notice that Darien is in our class?" I whisper.

Legolas looks around, then looks at Darien. "Hey, what's up, Darien?"

Darien gives a nod. "Nothing."

Legolas turns back to me. "Is there something weird going on between you guys?"

I shrug. "I think so...he doesn't talk to me. I thought we were cool with each other."

"He probably doesn't know what to say now," Legolas says. "Trust me. I'm a GUY."

"I sure hope so," I laugh and then bring out a book from my bag.

"You KNOW so," Legolas says. At the corner of my eye I see Darien quickly glance at me. I blush because of how loudly Leggo said that!



At lunch Darien sat by himself, until another longhaired guy came and sat with him. They both looked about the same age.

"Blake, we need to practice after school. It's good we're taking tomorrow off too..." Darien says.

I look down at my cold fish soup. Disgusting stuff! I felt like I was on Fear Factor. I pushed my soup away from me, as all of my friends had done with theirs. Legolas put his arm around me. "What's wrong?"



Legolas POV

Emma shrugs. "Nothing," she murmurs. I see her glance over at Darien again. I hope she doesn't like him again. I'm guessing she's just kind of upset that it doesn't seem like they're friends at all anymore.

"Well, when you want to talk about it, tell me," I say and sneak a piece of Arwen's burger when she's not looking. She's the only one that didn't get the cafeteria lunch today.

"Well..." Emma starts. "I miss Darien as a friend. Being around him and being unable to talk to him...it's just weird."

"Yea, I know," I nod. "He might come around and maybe start to hang out with us again."

"I hope so," Emma says quietly.

Jake POV

I walk into my bedroom that evening and there was Lance writing something on his bed.

"Ah, my new roommate," Lance smiles and then looks up, bus as soon as he looks at me, he frowns. He looks me from my black converses to my head and looks at me disapprovingly. "You have converses. Are you gothic?"

"Not really," I say. "I just like converses and black is my favorite color."

He wrinkles his nose in dissatisfaction. "I wear only respectable clothes," he says as-a-matter-of-factly. I frown, already starting to dislike my roommate.

"Yea, whatever," I say and throw my book bag on my bed. "And by the way...that's MY bed you're laying on."

"Um, what are you gonna do? Push me off of it? You can have the other one."

"But I picked it first and I like the bed by the window," I argue, trying not to sound too angry.

He smiles. "As I told you before, there's nothing you can do about it. It's MY bed now."

"Do you know who my parents ARE?" I snap.

"The servants of Elrond?" he mocks.

"Um, no! My father is the right hand man of Elrond!"

Lance shrugs as if it were no big deal, but he doesn't bring up who HIS parents are. Figures.

I sit down on my new bed and glare at him. God, I hate him already!