Chapter Eight:
All Days Come From One Day
I glanced up at my surroundings, utterly lost. New in this strange place called Skaggs Elementary School, I could do nothing but stare at all of the children milling around the halls.
Somewhere in the high ceilings, a bell rang, its sound carrying swiftly all around the school and screeching painfully in my ears.
*How can they stand this sound?* I wondered as all of the other students seemed to have paid no heed to the loud and unexpected noise.
Sighing, I stretched out my cramped arms, not noticing that I was carrying something. The books dropped to the floor. I stared at them, reading what was listed on the cover.
"Christina Chang, Second Grade, Ms. Shipley's Class," I read off of the label. "Ya naa tanya (Who is that)?"
* * *
"Christina!"
I whipped around, turning to face my one of my best friends, Lauren Kolski.
"Hey!" I greeted her warmly and we embraced.
"What took you so long?" she asked me breathlessly.
But before I could open my mouth and answer, a tall guy with blond hair and hockey skates came whizzing at us.
"NATE!"
I cringed as he swerved away from us at the last possible second.
"I hate it when he does that," Lauren said, looking quite flustered. "He always seems about to crash into you but he never does."
"You mean he's graceful?" I asked, incredulous.
"Not exactly," Lauren replied. She shrugged. "Never mind. C'mon, let's skate!"
* * *
Aragorn lay on his back, gazing at the dark sky. Only the moon shines tonight, he thought sadly.
"Strider?"
He turned to stare at Frodo Baggins of the Shire.
"Yes?"
"Who are you thinking of?"
Aragorn ducked his head painfully at the memory of his beloved.
"You should get your rest Frodo."
Without another word, the Ringbearer obeyed and curled up in his makeshift bed once more.
Aragorn sighed. *She will not come back until the war has ended. You know that* he chided himself.
As his mind filled with dreams, he heard Galadriel's voice echoing faintly in his head. *You will have to wait*
All Days Come From One Day
I glanced up at my surroundings, utterly lost. New in this strange place called Skaggs Elementary School, I could do nothing but stare at all of the children milling around the halls.
Somewhere in the high ceilings, a bell rang, its sound carrying swiftly all around the school and screeching painfully in my ears.
*How can they stand this sound?* I wondered as all of the other students seemed to have paid no heed to the loud and unexpected noise.
Sighing, I stretched out my cramped arms, not noticing that I was carrying something. The books dropped to the floor. I stared at them, reading what was listed on the cover.
"Christina Chang, Second Grade, Ms. Shipley's Class," I read off of the label. "Ya naa tanya (Who is that)?"
* * *
"Christina!"
I whipped around, turning to face my one of my best friends, Lauren Kolski.
"Hey!" I greeted her warmly and we embraced.
"What took you so long?" she asked me breathlessly.
But before I could open my mouth and answer, a tall guy with blond hair and hockey skates came whizzing at us.
"NATE!"
I cringed as he swerved away from us at the last possible second.
"I hate it when he does that," Lauren said, looking quite flustered. "He always seems about to crash into you but he never does."
"You mean he's graceful?" I asked, incredulous.
"Not exactly," Lauren replied. She shrugged. "Never mind. C'mon, let's skate!"
* * *
Aragorn lay on his back, gazing at the dark sky. Only the moon shines tonight, he thought sadly.
"Strider?"
He turned to stare at Frodo Baggins of the Shire.
"Yes?"
"Who are you thinking of?"
Aragorn ducked his head painfully at the memory of his beloved.
"You should get your rest Frodo."
Without another word, the Ringbearer obeyed and curled up in his makeshift bed once more.
Aragorn sighed. *She will not come back until the war has ended. You know that* he chided himself.
As his mind filled with dreams, he heard Galadriel's voice echoing faintly in his head. *You will have to wait*