Me: This is the result of what happens to a 13 year old girl who is up
until 4 in the morning watching movies and day dreaming; Falling in love
with random people you had no intentions to such as Hugo Weaving, and
having severe illusions that you live with the gang from LOTR and Arwen is
your mother. Yes. You become delusional when you are tired. Well here's my
stupid delusional thoughts I had last night.
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Claire walked into her apartment building after school that Friday. There was a voice coming from the kitchen.
"Hi Claire, how was school?" The voice said as she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. It was Arwen Evenstar, wearing an apron holding a batch of cookies with oven mitts. Her dress was long, red and flowingly.
"Good I guess." Her face was frowning a bit.
"Ohh, then why the long face?" She asked knowing what the answer would have partially been.
"Ohh, its just that, just that Lasan didn't notice me.. Like usual."
"Did you tell him what I told you to say? That you would bind yourself to him forsaking immortality of your people?" Arwen placed the pan of cookies on the coffee table, as she sat down taking her gloves off.
"Well, not really.."
"And why was that?" Arwen looked to her as if she thought that might have been why she wasn't noticed by the boy that she was crushing over.
"Because if I had said it, he would have thought I was more weirder than I already am." Claire shrugged a bit.
"You are not weird Claire, you are unique, and different. Just like everyone else."
"But I don't want to be like everyone else!" At that moment Aragorn had walked passed wanting to head to the kitchen.
"Girl trouble! Uhh-Ohh. I guess Ill be heading back now.." Aragorn said as he turned around.
"No stay, we might need your help." Arwen looked up at him, making him stop walking.
"Then how may I help?" He asked looking a bit confused.
"Because you're a guy, that's why!" Claire exclaimed from behind.
"And that makes a difference to your problem?"
"Of course it does." Claire looked at him a bit desperately.
"Ohh. Guy trouble?"
Claire just nodded.
"That's why we think you can help. Ill be in the kitchen preparing the rest of the dinner for tonight." Arwen said getting up and walking over to the kitchen.
"Why is tonight so special anyways?" Claire looked a bit confused now.
Aragorn started sneaking slowly away.
"Stay where you are Aragorn, and help Claire out with her problems. And Claire, don't you remember?" she stuck her head out from behind the wall. "Its been six years since the day we arrived here and began taking care of you, or more of you taking care of us for a year or two. Still, its been six years since we've met.
Aragorn looked a bit disappointed.
"Ohh..I was just hoping that, like I do every year, since I was seven, that it was just a dream, and you guys were really my family. And every year, I led to believe it. But now that I'm thirteen, its hard for me to accept it."
"Well, honey, we technically are your family. We don't think that it would be easy for a child your age to live by yourself."
"Umm when am I going to help here?" Aragorn looked a bit impatient.
"You can go, ill try and deal with it myself. Thanks." Claire watched Aragorn walk away into his and Arwen's room.
Arwen continued cooking.
"It just doesn't feel official." Clair looked down to her feet.
"Well, maybe if you called some of your friends to come over, you'd feel better."
"I guess so." The second Claire got up there was a knock at the door.
"Look through the peep hole."
Claire looked out the peep hole like Arwen had commanded her to, and she saw her three friends, Saratoni, Z.T., and Stephen outside. She opened the door.
"I was just about to call you." Claire looked a bit surprised.
"Which one?" Saratoni asked her.
"All of you."
They all looked relieved that none of them were to be left out.
"Well come on in." Claire said warmly.
"We just wanted to know if you wanted to practice in Stephen's garage." Saratoni said knowing that she would have said yes.
"Why is Z.T. here then?" Claire was a bit confused as usual.
"He wanted to see us play." Stephen shouted.
"No need to shout Stephen!" Claire was more confused than usual.
"I didn't really shout it, I actually kinda said it, but the authoress of this story ran out of words."
"Ahh. I see."
Z.T. Looked at them. "So are you going to come?"
Claire looked back towards the kitchen to where she knew, but couldn't see, Arwen. "I cant."
"Why not?" Saratoni looked at her angrily.
"Because it's a family thing today." Claire looked a bit sad.
"Fine! We know you don't love us!" Saratoni crossed her arms and headed down the stairs with Z.T. and Stephen following her.
"I love you guys! I truly do! But I just cant play today."
Z.T. turned around and winked at her. "It'll be alright."
They left and walked away.
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Claire walked into her apartment building after school that Friday. There was a voice coming from the kitchen.
"Hi Claire, how was school?" The voice said as she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. It was Arwen Evenstar, wearing an apron holding a batch of cookies with oven mitts. Her dress was long, red and flowingly.
"Good I guess." Her face was frowning a bit.
"Ohh, then why the long face?" She asked knowing what the answer would have partially been.
"Ohh, its just that, just that Lasan didn't notice me.. Like usual."
"Did you tell him what I told you to say? That you would bind yourself to him forsaking immortality of your people?" Arwen placed the pan of cookies on the coffee table, as she sat down taking her gloves off.
"Well, not really.."
"And why was that?" Arwen looked to her as if she thought that might have been why she wasn't noticed by the boy that she was crushing over.
"Because if I had said it, he would have thought I was more weirder than I already am." Claire shrugged a bit.
"You are not weird Claire, you are unique, and different. Just like everyone else."
"But I don't want to be like everyone else!" At that moment Aragorn had walked passed wanting to head to the kitchen.
"Girl trouble! Uhh-Ohh. I guess Ill be heading back now.." Aragorn said as he turned around.
"No stay, we might need your help." Arwen looked up at him, making him stop walking.
"Then how may I help?" He asked looking a bit confused.
"Because you're a guy, that's why!" Claire exclaimed from behind.
"And that makes a difference to your problem?"
"Of course it does." Claire looked at him a bit desperately.
"Ohh. Guy trouble?"
Claire just nodded.
"That's why we think you can help. Ill be in the kitchen preparing the rest of the dinner for tonight." Arwen said getting up and walking over to the kitchen.
"Why is tonight so special anyways?" Claire looked a bit confused now.
Aragorn started sneaking slowly away.
"Stay where you are Aragorn, and help Claire out with her problems. And Claire, don't you remember?" she stuck her head out from behind the wall. "Its been six years since the day we arrived here and began taking care of you, or more of you taking care of us for a year or two. Still, its been six years since we've met.
Aragorn looked a bit disappointed.
"Ohh..I was just hoping that, like I do every year, since I was seven, that it was just a dream, and you guys were really my family. And every year, I led to believe it. But now that I'm thirteen, its hard for me to accept it."
"Well, honey, we technically are your family. We don't think that it would be easy for a child your age to live by yourself."
"Umm when am I going to help here?" Aragorn looked a bit impatient.
"You can go, ill try and deal with it myself. Thanks." Claire watched Aragorn walk away into his and Arwen's room.
Arwen continued cooking.
"It just doesn't feel official." Clair looked down to her feet.
"Well, maybe if you called some of your friends to come over, you'd feel better."
"I guess so." The second Claire got up there was a knock at the door.
"Look through the peep hole."
Claire looked out the peep hole like Arwen had commanded her to, and she saw her three friends, Saratoni, Z.T., and Stephen outside. She opened the door.
"I was just about to call you." Claire looked a bit surprised.
"Which one?" Saratoni asked her.
"All of you."
They all looked relieved that none of them were to be left out.
"Well come on in." Claire said warmly.
"We just wanted to know if you wanted to practice in Stephen's garage." Saratoni said knowing that she would have said yes.
"Why is Z.T. here then?" Claire was a bit confused as usual.
"He wanted to see us play." Stephen shouted.
"No need to shout Stephen!" Claire was more confused than usual.
"I didn't really shout it, I actually kinda said it, but the authoress of this story ran out of words."
"Ahh. I see."
Z.T. Looked at them. "So are you going to come?"
Claire looked back towards the kitchen to where she knew, but couldn't see, Arwen. "I cant."
"Why not?" Saratoni looked at her angrily.
"Because it's a family thing today." Claire looked a bit sad.
"Fine! We know you don't love us!" Saratoni crossed her arms and headed down the stairs with Z.T. and Stephen following her.
"I love you guys! I truly do! But I just cant play today."
Z.T. turned around and winked at her. "It'll be alright."
They left and walked away.
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