A/N: hello, this is a new story of mine and I really hope it suits you,
here is the first chapter, tell me if ya like it with a review, and don't
be crying since Legolas isn't here yet, he will be!!!!!!!!!!!! Not a Mary
Sue I hope!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Tolkien's, I only own the idea of this story, my characters names, and other names not found in the great JRR. Tolkien's works.
Chapter one: All About Gabby
My name is Gabriela Stover, not very much of a knock out, but I had a few times where I had looked descent. I wear silver reading glasses, and since I read all the time, it kind of drags the males into another direction. But I didn't mind, my beauty was inner, and I understood that, although I am much more of a looker than I was all my high school years. My pale face clouded by light freckles, making them seem more beautiful than ugly. And all my friends believed my body was the most wanted one, perfect sized everything, except my butt is a little on the bigger side. My eyes were like the color of stone being hit by the night sky, shinning the brightest blue. My hair, yes, I am a natural blonde, but dirty blonde, with fox tail red tips.
I am usually a rushed person when it comes time for school. I left my last class and I am in the middle of walking now. And I am wondering about how many times I have walked down these school halls, only to be annoyed with the sheep, the students, that go slow, and the herders, the teachers, who insist us to be punctual. But today, I am not in the mood, I am wondering the halls of the building they persist on calling, 'C'. And I turned past the always graffiti lockers only to run into my best friend, who was trying to force a humongous book into her tiny stuffed locker.
I began to look at her as if she were a sideshow freak. But she is pretty, and guys misunderstand her. They all believed her to be shy and not very pretty. She hides it well. Sometimes she wears the color of blue crystal on her eyes, and it brings out her sapphire eyes. Her pale face shows how truly pretty she was, with her deep black shinny hair. Then I moved into plain view and she dropped her book.
"Problems?" I asked her.
"More than you know, if that bitch doesn't the shit out of here, I will just," She paused then let out an angry sigh.
"Alright, get to class!" I said and gave her a pat on her head.
I went past her, and I felt a soft glove in my arm.
"Hey, Gabby, Don't forget after fourth!" She said softly.
"Belle, will do!" I reassured her.
I waved good-bye to Belle, went to my third period class which was Photography two. As soon as I sat down I noticed the other five people around the desk.
They tend to show their bitchy side more than there, I am so nice side. Well mostly the girls, but the to guys that sat next to me, were Marcos and Joe, who are always nice, except to the girls. The girls, Jenn, Martina, and Kate, who all believed everyone was below them, because they are second time seniors. They even felt making fun of me was always a laugh, even if I am a senior now.
I sat comfortably in the little blue rolling chair, twiddling my thumb as Mr. Bew spoke. My comfy bellbottoms fitted tightly, but yet had been able to stretch quite loosely. I dropped my hands and still listened until he said the magic words. (Not really I like to think they are magic.
"Go loose." He said, and threw his hands in the air.
I had heard nothing he had said. But I shrugged my shoulders. I began to stair at the desk for a waste of time, but then I noticed a red shine in my glasses. It was my hair. I smiled and grabbed a piece that was two inches of red. I grinned and flew the piece of hair from my face. Then I noticed Jenn talking with the other girls at the table.
"And then she called me a bitch or something," She said.
I shook my head in amazement, and I looked down when the teacher walked by with a slip of paper. Jenn immediately turned her head to me when I received the paper.
"What did you get, Gabby?" she asked blondely.
"I received a grade!" I retorted.
She cocked her head back in shock and I began to examine the piece of paper with my class grade, which I passed with a 'B'.
"Why are you being a bitch, I just want to know your grade."
I raised my head to see her smiling.
"I believe I told you!" I paused, "I have a grade!"
"Why are you still being a bitch, you called me one the other day, has it gone on since then?" Jenn complained.
"I did not!" I protested.
The other two girls, Martina and Kate chuckled to each other as if they were there.
"Yes you did, my friend was right there, she heard it all!" Jenn explained.
"My friend never heard any cussing from my mouth when I spoke to you!" I almost yelled.
"You said fuck repeatedly!"
"You are an exaggerator,"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"What?" I questioned.
"What does exaggerate mean?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah!"
I was seconds from explaining it to Jenn rudely when the bell rang. I jumped from my seat and went rapidly out the door. I quickly headed to my next class, which was English.
And although this school is one awful one, I love my friends and my classes, I just don't like the school's tendency to be like Nazi's. I walked past the gem and to the portables in the back of the school. I went to the very last portable and the first room on that side. I opened the classroom door and immediately saw my seat. The table I sat at was one from away from the front of the class. The room is quite small fitting forty students in.
Then I sat in my chair and looked out the side window. And I noticed two people walk up who sit by me. It was two of my friends, Erika, and Shannon. Erika is beautiful, her weight isn't even noticeable until she tends to mention it. Her dark hair, skin, and eyes made her seem like the brightest stair in the sky. Then there is Shannon, her golden locks are short, but it lightened her pale face and her blue eyes. Nut her being blonde is different from what you think, I mean she is a natural blonde in more ways than one, but she is nice to me, so I credit her.
About a year ago Shannon and Belle, had ha really bad time trying to understand one another. Belle felt her friends Shannon and Amanda treated her with disrespect and malice. The facts were there, to where they had stopped caring for her feelings, although they say about two words to each other every three month's it is good to see each of them not telling me to choose one side or the other. But I am more on the side of my best friend Belle who has always treated me with a great respect and she is always a great friend and vice verse.
They both came over, Shannon sat on my right and Erika on my left. We began to chat until the bell rang and we all brought our attention to the front of the class, to where Mrs. Karsevar was standing.
"Good morning class!" she hollered.
Everyone stared at her with fear in there eyes.
"Today you are going to watch Remember the Titians, because it has something to do with English, and since it is your day before last, we want you all to have fun!"
Everyone in the class turned to one another and then they began to clap. One of the boys in the back Rodger, flipped the lights off, and we all watched the television. Shannon, Erika and I got extremely bored so we decided to talk.
~*~
"Erika!" I nearly shouted.
"What?" She questioned between giggles.
I shock my head repeatedly before turning to Shannon who was setting up a card game.
"Shan," I began, "Erika just called you a whore!"
Shannon looked at me, and then she put a shocked expression on her face. She pushed her chair back for a better view of Erika.
"Erika you are the one who has slept with all the guys in this room!" Shannon shouted and gave a small laugh.
"Bitches!" I said loudly.
Then a ruler slapped down on my desk forcing me to look up at the angered teacher.
"Miss Stover, out side!" Mrs. Karsevar yelled.
"Mrs. K. I-"
"NOW!" She yelled pointing at the door.
Everyone's eyes were now on me, and I shakily grabbed my books and my bag. I passed through the tight squeeze of the desks, and opened the door. I looked back at my friends, but they were acting as if I didn't even exist.
I watched the class watch me push the door opened, and I turned back around.
"Well, I don't think I need to sit with you fucking dildos any more!" I said.
And I quickly slipped through the open door closing it quickly. I giggled to myself as I walked. Hell no, I wasn't going to wait outside for two hours listening to the wind blow through in ear and out the other. I began to walk pas the baseball diamonds, and up past the Limonica stadium.
There was a Kindergarten school past the gates, and I loved to ditch that way. I slipped though the small opening of the gate and walked the campus of the kindergarteners. I smiled to myself as I quickly passed the classrooms and was at the beginning of the parking lot.
I smiled when I saw my baby, my nineteen sixty-nine mercury cougar coupe. The car is fully decked out will four cylinders. The two white stripes across the night blue color made my car shine beautifully on a summer day.
I ran over to my car and lightly tapped the hood. I grabbed my keys from my bag and I began to open the door when someone was yelling my name. I flipped around to see that Belle was yelling at me, and calling my name. She ran up to my car and me.
"Belle?" I questioned.
She took a breath and then she spoke.
"Are we going to leave now?" She asked.
"Of course!" I replied.
I put my face down in a upset manor.
"Gabby?" she asked.
I lifted my head and began to speak softly.
"She is a bitch, she totally let me take the rap!" I then shouted at the end.
"Who?"
"Shannon, well Erika to, but Erika really said nothing." I explained.
"Well Shannon is a bitch, but that's no reason to bring your day down,"
"I am not hating her, but she should have at least told Mrs. K. that she yelled to!" I complained.
"Yeah, well," Belle paused. "You know what we need?"
"What?"
"Whip it, whip it good, and cigarettes!"
I nodded understanding what Belle had meant. I smiled to her and opened my door. I unlocked the other door so Belle could get in. I started the car and Belle pulled her cigarettes, and handed me one. I pulled out of the parking lot and on to the main street. I lit up my Marlboro red, and smoked it. I smiled at Belle and she smiled back.
We both laughed once we reached the stoplight because we realized there were two boys following us. They were in Kindergarten, and we knew what to do.
As soon as the light turned green I pressed down hard on the gas, making the tired burn and smoke appear from the, my car jetted of down the street.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Tolkien's, I only own the idea of this story, my characters names, and other names not found in the great JRR. Tolkien's works.
Chapter one: All About Gabby
My name is Gabriela Stover, not very much of a knock out, but I had a few times where I had looked descent. I wear silver reading glasses, and since I read all the time, it kind of drags the males into another direction. But I didn't mind, my beauty was inner, and I understood that, although I am much more of a looker than I was all my high school years. My pale face clouded by light freckles, making them seem more beautiful than ugly. And all my friends believed my body was the most wanted one, perfect sized everything, except my butt is a little on the bigger side. My eyes were like the color of stone being hit by the night sky, shinning the brightest blue. My hair, yes, I am a natural blonde, but dirty blonde, with fox tail red tips.
I am usually a rushed person when it comes time for school. I left my last class and I am in the middle of walking now. And I am wondering about how many times I have walked down these school halls, only to be annoyed with the sheep, the students, that go slow, and the herders, the teachers, who insist us to be punctual. But today, I am not in the mood, I am wondering the halls of the building they persist on calling, 'C'. And I turned past the always graffiti lockers only to run into my best friend, who was trying to force a humongous book into her tiny stuffed locker.
I began to look at her as if she were a sideshow freak. But she is pretty, and guys misunderstand her. They all believed her to be shy and not very pretty. She hides it well. Sometimes she wears the color of blue crystal on her eyes, and it brings out her sapphire eyes. Her pale face shows how truly pretty she was, with her deep black shinny hair. Then I moved into plain view and she dropped her book.
"Problems?" I asked her.
"More than you know, if that bitch doesn't the shit out of here, I will just," She paused then let out an angry sigh.
"Alright, get to class!" I said and gave her a pat on her head.
I went past her, and I felt a soft glove in my arm.
"Hey, Gabby, Don't forget after fourth!" She said softly.
"Belle, will do!" I reassured her.
I waved good-bye to Belle, went to my third period class which was Photography two. As soon as I sat down I noticed the other five people around the desk.
They tend to show their bitchy side more than there, I am so nice side. Well mostly the girls, but the to guys that sat next to me, were Marcos and Joe, who are always nice, except to the girls. The girls, Jenn, Martina, and Kate, who all believed everyone was below them, because they are second time seniors. They even felt making fun of me was always a laugh, even if I am a senior now.
I sat comfortably in the little blue rolling chair, twiddling my thumb as Mr. Bew spoke. My comfy bellbottoms fitted tightly, but yet had been able to stretch quite loosely. I dropped my hands and still listened until he said the magic words. (Not really I like to think they are magic.
"Go loose." He said, and threw his hands in the air.
I had heard nothing he had said. But I shrugged my shoulders. I began to stair at the desk for a waste of time, but then I noticed a red shine in my glasses. It was my hair. I smiled and grabbed a piece that was two inches of red. I grinned and flew the piece of hair from my face. Then I noticed Jenn talking with the other girls at the table.
"And then she called me a bitch or something," She said.
I shook my head in amazement, and I looked down when the teacher walked by with a slip of paper. Jenn immediately turned her head to me when I received the paper.
"What did you get, Gabby?" she asked blondely.
"I received a grade!" I retorted.
She cocked her head back in shock and I began to examine the piece of paper with my class grade, which I passed with a 'B'.
"Why are you being a bitch, I just want to know your grade."
I raised my head to see her smiling.
"I believe I told you!" I paused, "I have a grade!"
"Why are you still being a bitch, you called me one the other day, has it gone on since then?" Jenn complained.
"I did not!" I protested.
The other two girls, Martina and Kate chuckled to each other as if they were there.
"Yes you did, my friend was right there, she heard it all!" Jenn explained.
"My friend never heard any cussing from my mouth when I spoke to you!" I almost yelled.
"You said fuck repeatedly!"
"You are an exaggerator,"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"What?" I questioned.
"What does exaggerate mean?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah!"
I was seconds from explaining it to Jenn rudely when the bell rang. I jumped from my seat and went rapidly out the door. I quickly headed to my next class, which was English.
And although this school is one awful one, I love my friends and my classes, I just don't like the school's tendency to be like Nazi's. I walked past the gem and to the portables in the back of the school. I went to the very last portable and the first room on that side. I opened the classroom door and immediately saw my seat. The table I sat at was one from away from the front of the class. The room is quite small fitting forty students in.
Then I sat in my chair and looked out the side window. And I noticed two people walk up who sit by me. It was two of my friends, Erika, and Shannon. Erika is beautiful, her weight isn't even noticeable until she tends to mention it. Her dark hair, skin, and eyes made her seem like the brightest stair in the sky. Then there is Shannon, her golden locks are short, but it lightened her pale face and her blue eyes. Nut her being blonde is different from what you think, I mean she is a natural blonde in more ways than one, but she is nice to me, so I credit her.
About a year ago Shannon and Belle, had ha really bad time trying to understand one another. Belle felt her friends Shannon and Amanda treated her with disrespect and malice. The facts were there, to where they had stopped caring for her feelings, although they say about two words to each other every three month's it is good to see each of them not telling me to choose one side or the other. But I am more on the side of my best friend Belle who has always treated me with a great respect and she is always a great friend and vice verse.
They both came over, Shannon sat on my right and Erika on my left. We began to chat until the bell rang and we all brought our attention to the front of the class, to where Mrs. Karsevar was standing.
"Good morning class!" she hollered.
Everyone stared at her with fear in there eyes.
"Today you are going to watch Remember the Titians, because it has something to do with English, and since it is your day before last, we want you all to have fun!"
Everyone in the class turned to one another and then they began to clap. One of the boys in the back Rodger, flipped the lights off, and we all watched the television. Shannon, Erika and I got extremely bored so we decided to talk.
~*~
"Erika!" I nearly shouted.
"What?" She questioned between giggles.
I shock my head repeatedly before turning to Shannon who was setting up a card game.
"Shan," I began, "Erika just called you a whore!"
Shannon looked at me, and then she put a shocked expression on her face. She pushed her chair back for a better view of Erika.
"Erika you are the one who has slept with all the guys in this room!" Shannon shouted and gave a small laugh.
"Bitches!" I said loudly.
Then a ruler slapped down on my desk forcing me to look up at the angered teacher.
"Miss Stover, out side!" Mrs. Karsevar yelled.
"Mrs. K. I-"
"NOW!" She yelled pointing at the door.
Everyone's eyes were now on me, and I shakily grabbed my books and my bag. I passed through the tight squeeze of the desks, and opened the door. I looked back at my friends, but they were acting as if I didn't even exist.
I watched the class watch me push the door opened, and I turned back around.
"Well, I don't think I need to sit with you fucking dildos any more!" I said.
And I quickly slipped through the open door closing it quickly. I giggled to myself as I walked. Hell no, I wasn't going to wait outside for two hours listening to the wind blow through in ear and out the other. I began to walk pas the baseball diamonds, and up past the Limonica stadium.
There was a Kindergarten school past the gates, and I loved to ditch that way. I slipped though the small opening of the gate and walked the campus of the kindergarteners. I smiled to myself as I quickly passed the classrooms and was at the beginning of the parking lot.
I smiled when I saw my baby, my nineteen sixty-nine mercury cougar coupe. The car is fully decked out will four cylinders. The two white stripes across the night blue color made my car shine beautifully on a summer day.
I ran over to my car and lightly tapped the hood. I grabbed my keys from my bag and I began to open the door when someone was yelling my name. I flipped around to see that Belle was yelling at me, and calling my name. She ran up to my car and me.
"Belle?" I questioned.
She took a breath and then she spoke.
"Are we going to leave now?" She asked.
"Of course!" I replied.
I put my face down in a upset manor.
"Gabby?" she asked.
I lifted my head and began to speak softly.
"She is a bitch, she totally let me take the rap!" I then shouted at the end.
"Who?"
"Shannon, well Erika to, but Erika really said nothing." I explained.
"Well Shannon is a bitch, but that's no reason to bring your day down,"
"I am not hating her, but she should have at least told Mrs. K. that she yelled to!" I complained.
"Yeah, well," Belle paused. "You know what we need?"
"What?"
"Whip it, whip it good, and cigarettes!"
I nodded understanding what Belle had meant. I smiled to her and opened my door. I unlocked the other door so Belle could get in. I started the car and Belle pulled her cigarettes, and handed me one. I pulled out of the parking lot and on to the main street. I lit up my Marlboro red, and smoked it. I smiled at Belle and she smiled back.
We both laughed once we reached the stoplight because we realized there were two boys following us. They were in Kindergarten, and we knew what to do.
As soon as the light turned green I pressed down hard on the gas, making the tired burn and smoke appear from the, my car jetted of down the street.