Vacationing in Middle-Earth
By: Writes with Block
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Disclaimer: Its been a long, strange journey but this is the last chapter folks. That's it. The end, el extremo, l'extrémité, das Ende, l'estremità, a extremidade, fin, and other words that mean the end. This is like the third or fourth thing I've ever finished and I've been writing since I was ten years old. Shows you how much I've grown. As a writer not emotionally or anything like that. So this is the end and look how long I've managed to drag this one out. Have fun reading this because I'm teasing you until the end. Wouldn't want to stop reading this now though cause there might just be something important in it. *chuckle* Yeah right. Have you ever seen me be serious? Even when I'm supposed to be? Okay so this is the last chapter and pretty much every one of my friends is going to make an appearance because they've been with me from beginning to end. Epically Shawn, Allie, and Holly. So kudos to you for putting up with me for so long and lots and lots of thank yous to Roxy cause she was the first person to read something I wrote. I'll put my thank yous to everyone else later because this is allot longer than I meant it to be. Don't own them. On with the chapter.
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Chapter Twenty-One: El extremo, L'extrémité, Das ende, L'estremità, A extremidade
"Owwie," Jo mumbled.
"Get your foot off my head."
"That's not my foot."
"Then whose is it?" Shawn asked.
"Yours."
"Oh," Shawn mumbled. "Move it anyway."
"Hold on. Let me move my arm."
"That's my arm," Shawn pointed out.
"Sorry."
"Where are we?" Shawn asked, trying to turn her head.
"Bathroom stall."
"How do you know?"
"The toilet is over there," Jo said, pointing with her toes.
"How do we get out of here?"
"I can see the door lock," Jo said. "Move your foot to the left. Your other left. Your other left!"
"Why didn't you say that?" Shawn moved her foot over and undid the lock with her toes.
"When did you lose your shoes?"
"On the battle field. Now what?"
"Uh, push the door with your foot but do it slowly because AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! OPMH!!!"
The combined weight of Jo and Shawn caused the bathroom door to spring open violently and both girls fell out, spilling out on to the floor.
"Hey," Shawn said. "I know where we are."
"Yeah. Yer sitting on my head."
"I'm serious. I know this bathroom."
"I'm serious too. Get of my head!"
Shawn stood up, looking around. "This is the bathroom at the Astrodome. We're at DCI!"
"How did we get here?" Jo asked and her jaw dropped.
"What? Do I have chocolate in my teeth?"
Jo grabbed Shawn and shoved her back into the bathroom stall.
"What are you doing? We just got out of here."
"We're wearing our Middle-Earth clothes."
"All right! I got my souvenir after all. I wanted Haldir though."
"We have to change clothes. And there are our bags."
"Conveint," Shawn nodded.
"Yeah," Jo said and then grabbed her backpack. "Hurry up before someone notices we're in here."
They managed to change clothes in the crowded stall, thanks skills learned and sharpened after years of being in marching band, and carefully stowed their Middle Earth clothes.
"Hey you guys!"
"Its Roxy," Jo whispered. "I guess they didn't notice we were gone."
"How could you not?" Shawn whispered back. "Yeah?" she shouted to Roxy.
"Our burgers are ready."
"Burger," Jo uttered, drooling.
"We'll be right there," Shawn said, holding Jo back from the door. "What would she have said if we came out of the same stall?"
"I don't care. Give me my freaking Whataburger." Jo opened the door with a flourish and started a woman at the sink. "We're with the band," she explained, pointing at Shawn.
The woman nodded as if that explained everything and went back to washing her hands.
Shawn gathered the bags and followed Jo to get their food.
"Hey guys," Aaron greeted. He was all ready eating his burger and Shawn had to keep Jo from pouncing on him.
"Got your burgers."
"Thanks Allie," Shawn said, taking the bags from her.
Everyone watched in amazement as Jo ripped the bag open and started eating her burger without even bothering to take the paper off.
"Oh glorious burger," she mumbled, her mouth full.
"Glad to see your feeling better," Allie said with a soft chuckle.
"Oh yeah?" Shawn asked, trying not to sound surprised.
"You guys were pretty out of it this morning," Holly said, taking the sticker from her Whataburger wrapper and sticking it to Jo's forehead. "For yer PDA."
"Oh glorious cheese burger! Where are my fries?"
"You didn't tell us to order you any," Roxy said. "But I do have your drink."
"You guys go safe our seats. We're gonna get some fries," Shawn said, pulling Jo over into the line for the Whataburger concession. "Why do they think we've been here all morning?"
Jo shrugged, whipping burger grease off her chin. "I guess the dimensional rip made up for our absence. We couldn't not be here because we exist here."
"But we were over there."
Jo shrugged. "I'll take advanced physics when we get back to school. Just give me two freaking orders of French fries!"
The cashier gave her a strange look and keyed in her order.
"My wallets in your bag," Jo said to Shawn.
"Oh yeah." Shawn opened her bag and started rummaging around. She found Jo's wallet quickly and handed it to her friend and continued digging. "Uh...."
"I know that 'Uh...'," Jo said, turning to give her friend a suspicious glance. "What happened?"
"Well, um, we've got a problem."
Jo grabbed her orders of French fries and pulled Shawn away from the crowd. "What kind of problem?"
"I can't find my Riot."
"The MP3 player? When was the last time you saw it?
"I was showing it to Haldir while we were in Gondor."
"Oh crap. We manage to get in trouble even when we're not there."
"Well, Gandalf said it was our presence that was going to screw stuff up. You don't think our stuff could screw things up, do you?"
"Uh...well..."
"Do you?"Shawn asked, shaking her friend back and forth.
"Stop shaking me." Jo stuffed a few French fries in her mouth and her brows furrowed in thought. "Dunno. I guess we'll just have to keep our eyes open for weird stuff. If nothing happens then we're off the hook."
"Are you guys coming?" Holly shouted. "The Blue Devils are about to go on."
"Coming!" Jo said and the two friends joined Holly and went to watch the bands.
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Shawn clicked on the Internet icon, a bored look on her face. Next to her, Jo tilted her chair backward, chewing on the cap of her pen. It had been two weeks since their adventures in Middle Earth and high school life was nothing compared to what they had been through.
"Wanna play Qbeez?" Shawn asked, her voice monotone.
"Sure," Jo sighed. "Why not."
Shawn clicked on the link and then let her head slid onto the table to wait for the game to load. "Where's Mrs. Havelka anyway? Class started ten minutes ago."
"Does it make a difference?" Jo asked, letting her head fall loll onto the back of her chair.
"Not really."
The classroom door opened and the students suddenly started talking among themselves in quick, excited voices.
"Sorry I'm so late," an oddly familiar voice said. "I got lost in the halls. Mrs. Havelka won't be here today. I am your substitute."
"Is that?" Jo whispered to herself and looked up.
The substitute was a young man with long pale blonde hair pulled back into a casual ponytail at the nape of his neck. A pair of small black headphones rested against his shoulders. A small, black, familiar MP3 player was cradled in his hands. He walked to the front of the class and put down a tattered, familiar bag down on the floor next to him.
"I'm not sure how long your teacher will be out so I might be with you for quite sometime," he said with a shy grin. There was a murmur of appreciated from the female students. "I'm sure we'll get to know each other." He looked over at Shawn and Jo and gave them a wink before turning back to the class. "So, can anyone tell me what you've been up to lately?"
"It can't be," Jo mumbled.
"Its Haldir!" Shawn squealed.
FIN
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HAHAHAHAHA. Even when I end a story I can still torture my readers. I'm having a bit too much fun with this I think. Will I write a squeal? Will I not? Who knows? Not me. ^___^ You'll have to thank giveGodtheglory for the little cliff hanger. She asked for a squeal. And someone gave me the idea of leaving the Riot behind but for some reason I can't find the email about it and I save all the emails about reviews and such. Awful sorry 'bout that one. I wanted to give you credit for it. Email me or something and I will. So the next thing I post here will be a really, really long thank you note with every single person who has reviewed this story in it. So keep reviewing and lets see if we can get my reviews up to a hundred. I only need eight more. The 100th person will get a special prize. Not sure what yet but you will. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think or I'll have to give you a plague.
By: Writes with Block
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Disclaimer: Its been a long, strange journey but this is the last chapter folks. That's it. The end, el extremo, l'extrémité, das Ende, l'estremità, a extremidade, fin, and other words that mean the end. This is like the third or fourth thing I've ever finished and I've been writing since I was ten years old. Shows you how much I've grown. As a writer not emotionally or anything like that. So this is the end and look how long I've managed to drag this one out. Have fun reading this because I'm teasing you until the end. Wouldn't want to stop reading this now though cause there might just be something important in it. *chuckle* Yeah right. Have you ever seen me be serious? Even when I'm supposed to be? Okay so this is the last chapter and pretty much every one of my friends is going to make an appearance because they've been with me from beginning to end. Epically Shawn, Allie, and Holly. So kudos to you for putting up with me for so long and lots and lots of thank yous to Roxy cause she was the first person to read something I wrote. I'll put my thank yous to everyone else later because this is allot longer than I meant it to be. Don't own them. On with the chapter.
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Chapter Twenty-One: El extremo, L'extrémité, Das ende, L'estremità, A extremidade
"Owwie," Jo mumbled.
"Get your foot off my head."
"That's not my foot."
"Then whose is it?" Shawn asked.
"Yours."
"Oh," Shawn mumbled. "Move it anyway."
"Hold on. Let me move my arm."
"That's my arm," Shawn pointed out.
"Sorry."
"Where are we?" Shawn asked, trying to turn her head.
"Bathroom stall."
"How do you know?"
"The toilet is over there," Jo said, pointing with her toes.
"How do we get out of here?"
"I can see the door lock," Jo said. "Move your foot to the left. Your other left. Your other left!"
"Why didn't you say that?" Shawn moved her foot over and undid the lock with her toes.
"When did you lose your shoes?"
"On the battle field. Now what?"
"Uh, push the door with your foot but do it slowly because AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! OPMH!!!"
The combined weight of Jo and Shawn caused the bathroom door to spring open violently and both girls fell out, spilling out on to the floor.
"Hey," Shawn said. "I know where we are."
"Yeah. Yer sitting on my head."
"I'm serious. I know this bathroom."
"I'm serious too. Get of my head!"
Shawn stood up, looking around. "This is the bathroom at the Astrodome. We're at DCI!"
"How did we get here?" Jo asked and her jaw dropped.
"What? Do I have chocolate in my teeth?"
Jo grabbed Shawn and shoved her back into the bathroom stall.
"What are you doing? We just got out of here."
"We're wearing our Middle-Earth clothes."
"All right! I got my souvenir after all. I wanted Haldir though."
"We have to change clothes. And there are our bags."
"Conveint," Shawn nodded.
"Yeah," Jo said and then grabbed her backpack. "Hurry up before someone notices we're in here."
They managed to change clothes in the crowded stall, thanks skills learned and sharpened after years of being in marching band, and carefully stowed their Middle Earth clothes.
"Hey you guys!"
"Its Roxy," Jo whispered. "I guess they didn't notice we were gone."
"How could you not?" Shawn whispered back. "Yeah?" she shouted to Roxy.
"Our burgers are ready."
"Burger," Jo uttered, drooling.
"We'll be right there," Shawn said, holding Jo back from the door. "What would she have said if we came out of the same stall?"
"I don't care. Give me my freaking Whataburger." Jo opened the door with a flourish and started a woman at the sink. "We're with the band," she explained, pointing at Shawn.
The woman nodded as if that explained everything and went back to washing her hands.
Shawn gathered the bags and followed Jo to get their food.
"Hey guys," Aaron greeted. He was all ready eating his burger and Shawn had to keep Jo from pouncing on him.
"Got your burgers."
"Thanks Allie," Shawn said, taking the bags from her.
Everyone watched in amazement as Jo ripped the bag open and started eating her burger without even bothering to take the paper off.
"Oh glorious burger," she mumbled, her mouth full.
"Glad to see your feeling better," Allie said with a soft chuckle.
"Oh yeah?" Shawn asked, trying not to sound surprised.
"You guys were pretty out of it this morning," Holly said, taking the sticker from her Whataburger wrapper and sticking it to Jo's forehead. "For yer PDA."
"Oh glorious cheese burger! Where are my fries?"
"You didn't tell us to order you any," Roxy said. "But I do have your drink."
"You guys go safe our seats. We're gonna get some fries," Shawn said, pulling Jo over into the line for the Whataburger concession. "Why do they think we've been here all morning?"
Jo shrugged, whipping burger grease off her chin. "I guess the dimensional rip made up for our absence. We couldn't not be here because we exist here."
"But we were over there."
Jo shrugged. "I'll take advanced physics when we get back to school. Just give me two freaking orders of French fries!"
The cashier gave her a strange look and keyed in her order.
"My wallets in your bag," Jo said to Shawn.
"Oh yeah." Shawn opened her bag and started rummaging around. She found Jo's wallet quickly and handed it to her friend and continued digging. "Uh...."
"I know that 'Uh...'," Jo said, turning to give her friend a suspicious glance. "What happened?"
"Well, um, we've got a problem."
Jo grabbed her orders of French fries and pulled Shawn away from the crowd. "What kind of problem?"
"I can't find my Riot."
"The MP3 player? When was the last time you saw it?
"I was showing it to Haldir while we were in Gondor."
"Oh crap. We manage to get in trouble even when we're not there."
"Well, Gandalf said it was our presence that was going to screw stuff up. You don't think our stuff could screw things up, do you?"
"Uh...well..."
"Do you?"Shawn asked, shaking her friend back and forth.
"Stop shaking me." Jo stuffed a few French fries in her mouth and her brows furrowed in thought. "Dunno. I guess we'll just have to keep our eyes open for weird stuff. If nothing happens then we're off the hook."
"Are you guys coming?" Holly shouted. "The Blue Devils are about to go on."
"Coming!" Jo said and the two friends joined Holly and went to watch the bands.
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Shawn clicked on the Internet icon, a bored look on her face. Next to her, Jo tilted her chair backward, chewing on the cap of her pen. It had been two weeks since their adventures in Middle Earth and high school life was nothing compared to what they had been through.
"Wanna play Qbeez?" Shawn asked, her voice monotone.
"Sure," Jo sighed. "Why not."
Shawn clicked on the link and then let her head slid onto the table to wait for the game to load. "Where's Mrs. Havelka anyway? Class started ten minutes ago."
"Does it make a difference?" Jo asked, letting her head fall loll onto the back of her chair.
"Not really."
The classroom door opened and the students suddenly started talking among themselves in quick, excited voices.
"Sorry I'm so late," an oddly familiar voice said. "I got lost in the halls. Mrs. Havelka won't be here today. I am your substitute."
"Is that?" Jo whispered to herself and looked up.
The substitute was a young man with long pale blonde hair pulled back into a casual ponytail at the nape of his neck. A pair of small black headphones rested against his shoulders. A small, black, familiar MP3 player was cradled in his hands. He walked to the front of the class and put down a tattered, familiar bag down on the floor next to him.
"I'm not sure how long your teacher will be out so I might be with you for quite sometime," he said with a shy grin. There was a murmur of appreciated from the female students. "I'm sure we'll get to know each other." He looked over at Shawn and Jo and gave them a wink before turning back to the class. "So, can anyone tell me what you've been up to lately?"
"It can't be," Jo mumbled.
"Its Haldir!" Shawn squealed.
FIN
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HAHAHAHAHA. Even when I end a story I can still torture my readers. I'm having a bit too much fun with this I think. Will I write a squeal? Will I not? Who knows? Not me. ^___^ You'll have to thank giveGodtheglory for the little cliff hanger. She asked for a squeal. And someone gave me the idea of leaving the Riot behind but for some reason I can't find the email about it and I save all the emails about reviews and such. Awful sorry 'bout that one. I wanted to give you credit for it. Email me or something and I will. So the next thing I post here will be a really, really long thank you note with every single person who has reviewed this story in it. So keep reviewing and lets see if we can get my reviews up to a hundred. I only need eight more. The 100th person will get a special prize. Not sure what yet but you will. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think or I'll have to give you a plague.