**********************I do NOT own any of LOTR characters. BOO HOO. * sniffles* now, back to the Story!!!********************************
Meaning I don't own Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Elrond, Arwen, Eowyn, the Twins or anyone
Else in the history of ME.
I walked down the street on this oh-so-beautiful day. The sun was shining , the birds were singing and there were pigs flying through the air. NOT. It was cold and wet that fateful day when I was walking down the street. I wore a see-through long sleeved black shirt, a black tank top, baggy jeans and army boots. Yay for me. Some freshman skipped past me spraying me with water, " Get back here you little dipstick!" I yelled. The guy turned around and came towards me. See, I'm a sophomore at my high school and EVERYONE knows that I'm the fastest runner, one of the top five swimmers and if anyone messes with me I'll whip their asses silly. Kids call me Demon Child at our school. Even the teachers. Now that makes me really crack up. Anyhoo, I grabbed the kid by his collar and I lifted him up into the air, " Now, what do you say to your elders?" I asked him in a deadly calm voice, " I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really sorry," he squeaked. "Apology accepted," I said as I dropped him. I turned around and began walking down the street again to my friends house where I was crashing for the night.
Some car whizzed past me and I turned to yell at him when I felt like I was hit by a train. I flew up into the air. That goddamn police car hit me. I sailed like a hundred feet into the air and landed on to the ground with a hard thump. Oww! My ass. God it felt like I was never goin' to be able to sit down again. I stood up, then slipped back on to my ass, " Crapola," I muttered. " My Lord! The creature is over here!" Creature? CREATURE?! I'm not some never-heard of wild animal! Okay, so I'm a bit wild.
