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Worlds Apart
chapter one: The boy with pointy ears
Alexander Monroe.
Alexander M.
Monroe A.
My hand just kept on scribbling those words down on my notebook.
I didn't have to listen in class, I didn't have to study and I always score As for every paper.
Those are my my names, or at least, the names which people used to call me when I lived in Florida.
School was great there, except for the fact that I didn't have any friends.
People thought I was weird.
I never hung out at the hoops with other guys my age and spent most of the time in my room painting, writing or reading.
I didn't go to the beach and I kept mostly to myself.
I wasn't even interested in girls.
People thought there was something about me that was not quite right.
But the truth was, before I came to Florida, I used to live somewhere else but I just couldn't remember.
I was presumably found in a train accident four years ago, my age was unknown and so was everything about my particulars.
I had no data in the government whatsoever.
It was like I appeared from no where.
Maybe I was from another country or something.
A new profile was made up for me.
Now, my name is Alexander Monroe.
I'm sixteen and I live with my foster parents in Orlando, Florida.
I looked like I haven't aged a day.
I have blonde hair and blue eyes and am extremely fair.
Everything looked so perfect about me except for the fact that I have very pointy ears.
That's what made alot of students make fun of me.
'Pointy' that's what everybody called me.
I excelled in everything I did, especially sports.
Anyone could tell me to run a mile and I could do it unprepared and not get tired after that.
I could never remember being sick or anything like that.
Sometimes, my foster parents hear me say things in the night in a strange language when I sleep.
I sometimes think that I'm not even from this world.
Maybe I'm from space?
Who knows?
I could hear a paper ball coming towards me.
I can hear alot of things.
I can hear everybody breathing in the room.
Their silent footsteps as they walk past the headmasters office.
And now the paper ball was coming at me.
I knew who had thrown it.
It was Cameron Cole, the boy sitting in the last row.
I could heard him crushing the piece of paper from a mile away.
I ducked and the paper ball hit the girl in front of me.
I turned around to look at Cameron and saw him scowl.
Cameron was an extremely rich boy in the school whom everybody treated like a God.
The girl whom was at the recieving end of the paper ball so willingly accpeted the paper ball.
I sighed and continued to drift into my thoughts.
But an announcement that was made on the PA system kept me from doing that.
"All students are to remain back in school today to try-out for the archery team. Those who are not able to make it today come and see me, Mr Collins, first thing in the morning tomorrow. Attendence is compulsory."
I sighed again.
Archery.
Give up my afternoon for some crazy sport?
Not like I have a choice.
It was a rainy day that afternoon.
I wore my green hooded sweater and pulled it down to my khaki pants.
When it was my turn to try-out, I pulled the hood over my head and picked up the bow and arrow.
I didn't wait for the instructors' instructions, I just shot the arrow.
It was like an impulse.
The aim was perfect.
Right on the bullseye.
I dropped the bow in shock.
Mr Collins and the instructor gapped at me in amazement.
"Have you done this before?" the instructor asked.
I shook my head.
Mr Collins asked me to do it again.
I did it. Over and over again, it hit the bullseye.
The other kids looked at me with awe.
It felt good to be a natural.
Mr Collins said that I should join the team.
An oportunity to shine, that was what he said.
So I accepted.
My foster parents were extremely proud of me.
They even got me my own archery set.
A week later, a new family moved into the house next door.
I heard my foster parents saying that they were from Australia and that they had a fourteen year old girl.
She didn't go to the same school as I did.
I met her one day, when I was trimming the roses in our garden.
I love plants and everything about nature.
She was in her garden and she climbed up her orange tree and sat there.
I looked up at her.
It must have been the first time I've ever seen a girl climb a tree before.
She shouted at me from up there.
"Hello!" She waved.
I stood up and waved back.
Then, she jumped down from the tree and walked over to me.
But stood just outside our garden.
"I'm Kylie. Kylie Dougan." She said.
She had dark hair, brown eyes and tan skin.
"I'm Alexander Monroe. Nice to meet you."I replied.
Kylie beamed.
"Can I call you Alex?" She asked.
I shrugged." Yes. Why aren't you coming into the garden? I don't really like yelling at you from here."
Kylie smiled.
"Well, my old neighbours back in Australia were really mean."
I smiled back and motioned for her to step inside.
"Do I look mean to you?" I asked.
She laughed at this and walked towards me.
"No, you look like a very kind person. In fact, you look very beautiful."
She didn't say anything about my pointy ears and she called me beautiful.
"How old are you?" She asked.
"Sixteen. Why?"
Kylie shrugged.
"You look..."
I had feeling she was going to say that I looked younger because standing next to her, I looked the same age as she was.
"You look like you're fourteen."she said.
I knew it.
"But.."she continued, and she said something which I hadn't quite expected.
"Your eyes look like they've seen centuries of knowledge."
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"I have a gift." She said and gave me a huge smile.
"You can think I'm a thousand years old?" I asked.
"No...hahaha...I was kidding... you're so gullible."she giggled.
I grinned.
She was right. I was very gullible. I practically believed everything anybody told me.
I couldn't tell sacarsm from being literal.
"Yeah. I am."I told her.
She stopped laughing.
"Are you always this honest to everyone?"she asked.
I nodded." There's nothing to lie about, really."
Kylie stared at her feet. "I'll bet everyone's friends with you."
"No. I don't have any friends actually." I said, rubbing the back of my head.
Kylie looked at me with surprise.
"But you're such a kind person."
She gave me a light punch on the arm.
"Do you think so?"
She nodded. "Very, very kind."she repeated.
She flipped her hair back and laughed again.
Everyday after that, Kylie came over to my house after school.
Kylie's father often had business trips and was hardly around.
Her mother often went to visit their relatives back in Australia.
She was usually alone.
She would bring lots of snacks and books and videos.
We both had a peculiar liking for plants and animals, especially horses.
Kylie was my best friend and I wanted to be with her for eternity.
End of chapter 1
Aurora: How'd you guys find it? Please review, its my first LOTR fic.
Worlds Apart
chapter one: The boy with pointy ears
Alexander Monroe.
Alexander M.
Monroe A.
My hand just kept on scribbling those words down on my notebook.
I didn't have to listen in class, I didn't have to study and I always score As for every paper.
Those are my my names, or at least, the names which people used to call me when I lived in Florida.
School was great there, except for the fact that I didn't have any friends.
People thought I was weird.
I never hung out at the hoops with other guys my age and spent most of the time in my room painting, writing or reading.
I didn't go to the beach and I kept mostly to myself.
I wasn't even interested in girls.
People thought there was something about me that was not quite right.
But the truth was, before I came to Florida, I used to live somewhere else but I just couldn't remember.
I was presumably found in a train accident four years ago, my age was unknown and so was everything about my particulars.
I had no data in the government whatsoever.
It was like I appeared from no where.
Maybe I was from another country or something.
A new profile was made up for me.
Now, my name is Alexander Monroe.
I'm sixteen and I live with my foster parents in Orlando, Florida.
I looked like I haven't aged a day.
I have blonde hair and blue eyes and am extremely fair.
Everything looked so perfect about me except for the fact that I have very pointy ears.
That's what made alot of students make fun of me.
'Pointy' that's what everybody called me.
I excelled in everything I did, especially sports.
Anyone could tell me to run a mile and I could do it unprepared and not get tired after that.
I could never remember being sick or anything like that.
Sometimes, my foster parents hear me say things in the night in a strange language when I sleep.
I sometimes think that I'm not even from this world.
Maybe I'm from space?
Who knows?
I could hear a paper ball coming towards me.
I can hear alot of things.
I can hear everybody breathing in the room.
Their silent footsteps as they walk past the headmasters office.
And now the paper ball was coming at me.
I knew who had thrown it.
It was Cameron Cole, the boy sitting in the last row.
I could heard him crushing the piece of paper from a mile away.
I ducked and the paper ball hit the girl in front of me.
I turned around to look at Cameron and saw him scowl.
Cameron was an extremely rich boy in the school whom everybody treated like a God.
The girl whom was at the recieving end of the paper ball so willingly accpeted the paper ball.
I sighed and continued to drift into my thoughts.
But an announcement that was made on the PA system kept me from doing that.
"All students are to remain back in school today to try-out for the archery team. Those who are not able to make it today come and see me, Mr Collins, first thing in the morning tomorrow. Attendence is compulsory."
I sighed again.
Archery.
Give up my afternoon for some crazy sport?
Not like I have a choice.
It was a rainy day that afternoon.
I wore my green hooded sweater and pulled it down to my khaki pants.
When it was my turn to try-out, I pulled the hood over my head and picked up the bow and arrow.
I didn't wait for the instructors' instructions, I just shot the arrow.
It was like an impulse.
The aim was perfect.
Right on the bullseye.
I dropped the bow in shock.
Mr Collins and the instructor gapped at me in amazement.
"Have you done this before?" the instructor asked.
I shook my head.
Mr Collins asked me to do it again.
I did it. Over and over again, it hit the bullseye.
The other kids looked at me with awe.
It felt good to be a natural.
Mr Collins said that I should join the team.
An oportunity to shine, that was what he said.
So I accepted.
My foster parents were extremely proud of me.
They even got me my own archery set.
A week later, a new family moved into the house next door.
I heard my foster parents saying that they were from Australia and that they had a fourteen year old girl.
She didn't go to the same school as I did.
I met her one day, when I was trimming the roses in our garden.
I love plants and everything about nature.
She was in her garden and she climbed up her orange tree and sat there.
I looked up at her.
It must have been the first time I've ever seen a girl climb a tree before.
She shouted at me from up there.
"Hello!" She waved.
I stood up and waved back.
Then, she jumped down from the tree and walked over to me.
But stood just outside our garden.
"I'm Kylie. Kylie Dougan." She said.
She had dark hair, brown eyes and tan skin.
"I'm Alexander Monroe. Nice to meet you."I replied.
Kylie beamed.
"Can I call you Alex?" She asked.
I shrugged." Yes. Why aren't you coming into the garden? I don't really like yelling at you from here."
Kylie smiled.
"Well, my old neighbours back in Australia were really mean."
I smiled back and motioned for her to step inside.
"Do I look mean to you?" I asked.
She laughed at this and walked towards me.
"No, you look like a very kind person. In fact, you look very beautiful."
She didn't say anything about my pointy ears and she called me beautiful.
"How old are you?" She asked.
"Sixteen. Why?"
Kylie shrugged.
"You look..."
I had feeling she was going to say that I looked younger because standing next to her, I looked the same age as she was.
"You look like you're fourteen."she said.
I knew it.
"But.."she continued, and she said something which I hadn't quite expected.
"Your eyes look like they've seen centuries of knowledge."
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"I have a gift." She said and gave me a huge smile.
"You can think I'm a thousand years old?" I asked.
"No...hahaha...I was kidding... you're so gullible."she giggled.
I grinned.
She was right. I was very gullible. I practically believed everything anybody told me.
I couldn't tell sacarsm from being literal.
"Yeah. I am."I told her.
She stopped laughing.
"Are you always this honest to everyone?"she asked.
I nodded." There's nothing to lie about, really."
Kylie stared at her feet. "I'll bet everyone's friends with you."
"No. I don't have any friends actually." I said, rubbing the back of my head.
Kylie looked at me with surprise.
"But you're such a kind person."
She gave me a light punch on the arm.
"Do you think so?"
She nodded. "Very, very kind."she repeated.
She flipped her hair back and laughed again.
Everyday after that, Kylie came over to my house after school.
Kylie's father often had business trips and was hardly around.
Her mother often went to visit their relatives back in Australia.
She was usually alone.
She would bring lots of snacks and books and videos.
We both had a peculiar liking for plants and animals, especially horses.
Kylie was my best friend and I wanted to be with her for eternity.
End of chapter 1
Aurora: How'd you guys find it? Please review, its my first LOTR fic.