I like the concept of my humour story 'a teenager in Mordor' but I wanted to try something serious. So I decided, what would it be like if 'a teenager in Mordor' wasn't humour? I got this (at three am in the morning with a cat sleeping on your head you get strange thoughts). And, for those fans who liked it better when it was more fun, I'm reposting the original as well so NEVER FEAR!

Disclaimer: does anyone actually read these? I mean I could just ramble on here about nothing and stuff and say that I'll give a million dollars to anyone who asks (im not though) and no one would know. Actually maybe I should try something like that….anyways. Yadda yada yadda, I own nothing bar the creations of my own mind. So hands off Mel and her family. As the saying goes (Something I ripped off someone else's site, please don't sue) No touchie. No stealie. Stealing means war. War is bad.

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Normal day, normal way.

You know, the usual. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep, wake up, go to school…you get the idea. Sounds simple neh? Ordinary, it's the routine most sweet sixteen year olds go through daily.

Ah, but wait, you haven't met my family before have you? Its pure and utter chaos. Six children, plus two parents all in a four bedroom house with one bathroom. What fun we have in the morning.

Luckily enough the two eldest, my dear brother Aaron and sister Kate are off at university, having finished high school and all. They're off to get some degree or other, I don't really care that much. Then there's my older brother before me, at eighteen he's just finishing up school and is looking to get an apprentiship in some trade.

Beneath me are the twins. We call them that even though they're really not twins at all, being three years apart and all. Alice is thirteen and the best damn manipulator I've seen this side of the law, the other is Banjo. I call him that, though he HATES it, but since he's the youngest he doesn't have much say in the matter. Why are they the twins? Cause they virtually are, spending all their time together scheming away at this and that.

Then there's me, the third in line out of six. Our parents have a handful, that's for sure.

It may sound like all normal and calmish…but believe me, that's just a front we put up to confuse the local Jehovah's witnesses, who are damn persistent neighbours of ours.

The first two, they're the smartest, I'll give them that. Aaron, Kate, they know virtually everything and can talk they're way out of any situation. The brains of the family.

Craig is the wild child, impulsive, daredevil, adrenalin junkie extraordinaire. You name it he's attempted it, abseiling, skydiving, hang gliding, snowboarding. He likes throwing himself out of plains a lot, or anything at any dizzying height for that matter. Can't see the fuss about it myself personally.

Alice is the resident obsessive fanatic, with Banjo coming close second. They switch through fandoms a lot, idols changing every month or so. I believe the current ones are the Matrix and Daredevil. Banjo, however, is still firmly a star wars freak and forever will be. He's got an actual complex model of the millennium falcon hanging in his room as we speak. Not the crappy kind, I mean the full on mechanics that usually take thirty year olds months to assemble. He finished it in weeks.

Then there's me again. What can I say about myself? Local school terrorist would sum it nicely. You are officially looking at the student who has the most detentions of any other pupil in the city, maybe the state. I'm also a crack shot with a pea shooter and currently hold the best aim in class. Course no one's really willing to try and beat my record, and who can compete? What marksmanship, right between the eyes. Principle wasn't at all happy at being the target, which earned me the mother load of all detentions. It was worth it though, just to see the look in his face.

So as you see, most would not exactly call us the 'typical' western family. It has its perks though, booyea it does. However, it's kind of hard to find any when your running late for school and need a shower but your older sister home for the holidays is hogging the bathroom.

"Come onnn….you've been in there for hours!" I pounded impatiently on the door. As usual, her predictable answer wavered through the door.

"Just a minuit!"

"That's what you said ten minuets ago, I gotta get to school already damnit". I was not a happy chappy, and looked worse. So I'm not the best morning person, sue me.

Banjo ran past, arms outstretched and making bizarre noises. I think he was trying to be an aeroplane as he circled me then ran into the kitchen, nearly running Craig down as he came out into the hall.

"Careful" he called, steadying him.

Banjo took off for refilling, by the smell in the air it was hash browns on the menu. Damn, there better be something left when I got there, Dad's cooking was the best. Though anything saturated in oily fat was good in my books, bar the vegetable incident one night. It lead to a new house rule, don't let dad get inventive with the cooking.

"Welcome to the land of the living" I called out grinning. Craig cracked a smile back. It was a running joke between us. His night job made it rare for him to be up in the mornings, and when he did make the effort he literally looked like something a dog mauled.

"Ah, you know, just couldn't resist. All this air, colour, beautiful ladies" He added, making Mum laugh as she past. He bowed to her with a murmur of 'madam' teasingly.

"Honestly, you kids" she shook her head in amusement, trying to smother the smile. "How was work?"

"Just got back" was the reply. Ouch. Up all night and part of the day, don't know how that boy does it. I can barely keep awake through class, and that's with more than the six hours average rest he gets.

He headed to his room to crash, just as the bathroom door opened and Kate got out.

"Oh hallelujah" I thew my hands in the air and dived into the steam clogged bathroom, dragging my school bag in hand. It was too late for a wash, and Kate would of used the hot water anyway. Quick brush through to get rid of the worst of the bed hair, a splash of cold water to wake me up and on to scrubbing my teeth.

Thank god I had the foresight to pack my bag yesterday evening or I would be really late. Just for once I liked the idea of getting out of school on the average time as everyone else. A quick glance at the clock, steam clogged. Damn, no use there.

I wiped the white fog of the window with the sleeve of my pyjama, grinning slightly at my reflection.

I was a mess, my shock of short blue hair barely lying flat, toothpaste dribbling out of my mouth, still in my baggy PJ's with the clinched teddy bear pic on it.

"Love ya baby"

Yes, I'm talking to my reflection, so what? Others may think differently about my looks, but who cares? I'm not them am I? I'm not anything special but I still love me. That's what I get for living with a new-agy mother who's all into self confidence and what not. Like I said, weird family.

My 'afore mentioned' mother pounds hard on the door, startling me.

"Hurry up Mel"

"Alright alright, I'll be there in a sec!" I returned to nearly chocking myself half to death with the toothbrush. You'd think they'd give me a couple of secs wouldn't you?

I hear her again, this time more persistent. Can't here what's she's saying but I was always a good guesser.

"Alright, ALRIGHT! Just give me a sec, I don't wanna go in plain underwear you know!"

The insistent babble continued, after not heeding the point was trying to make. Must not of had her coffee yet.

Wait a moment, mum wasn't normally like that. Nor was mum masculine in voice, unless she was keeping some secrets from the family. And it didn't sound as if it was coming from outside the room. It sounded eerily enough like it was coming from some ware to my left….the toilet.

I started to back away slowly, towards the door. Great, our bathroom appliances were possessed. Oh that would lead to some interesting explanations with the local plumber.

Yes? Hello, there seems to be a bit of problem with the loo. It keeps spitting out split pea soup and laughing evilly. What? That ISN'T a regular occurrence? I'm sorry, we already tried a priest, he didn't appreciate the dunking he got. Darn toilet seems rather touchy about being exorcist.

I froze at the door, hand on the knob. My school bag was sitting close to the now ghostly inhabited object, a little to close for my liking. Heck in the room was too close for me at the moment, but I couldn't just leave it there. Somehow I don't think the teachers would accept my excuse as to why I left it behind. Sure it would give me points for originality but I really wanted home on time for once. Just once. Is that too much to ask?

I wavered uncertainly, all the while the creepy chanting voice making my skin crawl. The words I had never heard anything like before, it was like electricity almost, the hairs on my arm were sticking up with static.

I took a breath and held it, what for I don't know but it seemed to help.

Im crazy I told myself firmly as I darted for it, hand grabbing the bag in a vice like grip. Just then, the split second before I was about to dash back to the relative safety of the door and outside in the hall, the words stopped. Just like that, stopped dead. That didn't shock me nearly as much at what I saw.

One minuet I was in a normal, safe bathroom, if not somewhat creepy now. The next, I'm standing in the middle of nowhere I recognised, bag in one hand, toothbrush in the other and a mouth full of frothy toothpaste.

No flashing lights, no loud thunderous noises. Not even any smoke effects. One minuet there, the next here, just like that.

Note to self, beware possessed plumbing.

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Hows the remake? Does third person suit it? I hope so. The original I will probably still work on, as soon as I find it all that is. I like to think that my writing has improved, and the grammar. But grammar and punctuation were always a problem of mine. *Sigh* oh well.

Please…Read and review…though if you got this far it means you read it. Congrats! How bout the review part now?