A Real Girl in Middle-Earth
By Aimi
Chapter One
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She stared at the computer screen and muttered how she'd like to strangle the person who invented them. "Mama!!" She called out as she walked at a brisk pace towards the kitchen.
Her Mother looked up from a bowl of corn bread mix, "What's wrong? Be a doll and hand me the skillet."
She did as her mother asked her, "The computer is messing up as usually and this time pulling the plug isn't doing it."
Her mother shrugged and she pour the mix into the skillet, "Your Daddy is better with them computers then I am, sug, he'll be home soon. Now be a good girl and help Mama get the table set."
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Her father came to the conclusion that her computer was bugged and that he would take it to Net World repair shop tomorrow. He didn't even mention the state he's truck was in, which she was glad of.
She collapsed blissful on her bed and thanking god that the day hadn't gone so bad, also for the fact it was now the weekend. Her eyes closed after staring at the ceiling wondering what kind of virus did her stupid computer get this time.
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A Week Later
A scream went out from Jolie's room as the seventeen year old sat up, breathing deeply.
It was the same dream she had since her computer went crazy.
She'd be in her room, a voice would tell her to go into her kitchen to look behind the flames, then she woke up, not this time. This time after it said to look behind the flames, something painful hit her in the face.
It was non stop the dream and affected her studying habits and what little of a social life she had.
Her parents appeared in the doorway, "Jolie, my god child!" Said her mother, who looked worried, "What happen to your face?!"
Jolie finally registered in her sleep deprived mind that her face was in great pain, her hand slowly and softly touched her cheek, which made her wince. "Ow."
Her Father remained silently, while her Mother went off to get an ice pack.
"Dad?" She said as she tried to talk to her Father, it was hard to tell when he was happy or angry.
He just turned and walked away, like he did when he didn't want to talk to anyone about anything.
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No matter how much make-up she applied, she could not covered the purple bruise on her left cheek.
She looked up at the mirror only to be starred at by what looked like an dwarf. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
The dwarf looked paranoid and said something in language she didn't know of.
Jolie grabbed the nearest item, which was a curling iron and threw it straight into the bathroom mirror, which made the glass crack.
The dwarf growled and held up what looked like a very bad drawing of a box shaped door surrounded by what look like flames (In Jolie's opinion looked like very ugly trees).
Jolie threw at tube of her mother's bright red lip stick at the mirror, by the time it had hit the mirror, the dwarf was gone.
Her chest heaved up and down, her angry rising, and she threw herself out of the bathroom, nearly racing to get to the kitchen.
"Behind the flames...." She muttered the words over and over, and looked around wildly at the kitchen, "Damn it, what the hell does behind the flames mean?"
She jumped when someone quietly whispered "Here."
Something hit the back of the oven--what!? The oven? She quietly walked over to it and peeked behind it, the top of her head pressed into the wall, "Of all God forsaken places..." It looked to be a door and that someone was trying to open it.
Something gruff said something, it sounded a lot like that dwarf she saw and heard in the bathroom mirror, it was straining to open the door.
She jumped off the stove top and looked at the old stove wondering if she should try to move it and find out what was going on or to call the cops.
She tugged at the oven and it slowly moved an inch.
TBC
Thanks for the reviews. So sorry for taking so long in updating.
By Aimi
Chapter One
_______
She stared at the computer screen and muttered how she'd like to strangle the person who invented them. "Mama!!" She called out as she walked at a brisk pace towards the kitchen.
Her Mother looked up from a bowl of corn bread mix, "What's wrong? Be a doll and hand me the skillet."
She did as her mother asked her, "The computer is messing up as usually and this time pulling the plug isn't doing it."
Her mother shrugged and she pour the mix into the skillet, "Your Daddy is better with them computers then I am, sug, he'll be home soon. Now be a good girl and help Mama get the table set."
_______
Her father came to the conclusion that her computer was bugged and that he would take it to Net World repair shop tomorrow. He didn't even mention the state he's truck was in, which she was glad of.
She collapsed blissful on her bed and thanking god that the day hadn't gone so bad, also for the fact it was now the weekend. Her eyes closed after staring at the ceiling wondering what kind of virus did her stupid computer get this time.
________
A Week Later
A scream went out from Jolie's room as the seventeen year old sat up, breathing deeply.
It was the same dream she had since her computer went crazy.
She'd be in her room, a voice would tell her to go into her kitchen to look behind the flames, then she woke up, not this time. This time after it said to look behind the flames, something painful hit her in the face.
It was non stop the dream and affected her studying habits and what little of a social life she had.
Her parents appeared in the doorway, "Jolie, my god child!" Said her mother, who looked worried, "What happen to your face?!"
Jolie finally registered in her sleep deprived mind that her face was in great pain, her hand slowly and softly touched her cheek, which made her wince. "Ow."
Her Father remained silently, while her Mother went off to get an ice pack.
"Dad?" She said as she tried to talk to her Father, it was hard to tell when he was happy or angry.
He just turned and walked away, like he did when he didn't want to talk to anyone about anything.
___
No matter how much make-up she applied, she could not covered the purple bruise on her left cheek.
She looked up at the mirror only to be starred at by what looked like an dwarf. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
The dwarf looked paranoid and said something in language she didn't know of.
Jolie grabbed the nearest item, which was a curling iron and threw it straight into the bathroom mirror, which made the glass crack.
The dwarf growled and held up what looked like a very bad drawing of a box shaped door surrounded by what look like flames (In Jolie's opinion looked like very ugly trees).
Jolie threw at tube of her mother's bright red lip stick at the mirror, by the time it had hit the mirror, the dwarf was gone.
Her chest heaved up and down, her angry rising, and she threw herself out of the bathroom, nearly racing to get to the kitchen.
"Behind the flames...." She muttered the words over and over, and looked around wildly at the kitchen, "Damn it, what the hell does behind the flames mean?"
She jumped when someone quietly whispered "Here."
Something hit the back of the oven--what!? The oven? She quietly walked over to it and peeked behind it, the top of her head pressed into the wall, "Of all God forsaken places..." It looked to be a door and that someone was trying to open it.
Something gruff said something, it sounded a lot like that dwarf she saw and heard in the bathroom mirror, it was straining to open the door.
She jumped off the stove top and looked at the old stove wondering if she should try to move it and find out what was going on or to call the cops.
She tugged at the oven and it slowly moved an inch.
TBC
Thanks for the reviews. So sorry for taking so long in updating.