Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or Legolas (I wish with all of my heart and soul that I did own Legolas but sadly I don't) I do own Kellyn but I do not think that I can own Jake because he is based on an actual person and I think that it is illegal to own them.......... Anyways I don't own anything that would make me a millionaire.
A/N I am re posting this story because I sort of forgot about it a few months ago and deleted it from my old account in August. (*by the way I used to be Faye14 but I changed my account to Lorac because I got a new computer, E-mail address, and figured out that my name spelled backwards Means a Dr. Seus nature loving bird and thought that was pretty nifty)
So I hope that you enjoy the story and if you think that this is a Mary-sue (you cannot include the fact that she is a super-genius as Mary-sue candidacy because I needed a semi-valid way for her to get to Middle Earth) review and I will either rebuff your claim with a fake French accent or change the plot to destroy the deadly virus of Mary-sueness
Chapter 1: Death to alarm clocks
*beep, beep, beep, beep, crash, a slow dying breeeeeueeueereeueeuep*
I hate alarm clocks. Not because they wake you up in the morning. Not because they signify another day of Evil AP stressed out teens. There is even a better reason; the sound is the equivalent of nails on a chalk board to me. I think that every beep forces me to lose 1000 brain cells, this isn't really a problem since I have many more than the average person. Wait..... Darn it I am late.
Let me give you a short version of my life. I am a teen genius, and I am the only one that knows it. After 15 years of tricking people to believe that I was only advanced and not a genius it gets pretty easy. Let me explain the reasoning behind my acting skills.... Ever since I was 18 months old I was able to read, and since my mother was a huge LOTR fan I read those books first. I became fascinated with LOTR but just dismissed it as a fantasy world. When I got to be around the age of six I got very interested in physics, to be specific Quantum Physics and the other worlds theory. The other worlds theory in lamens terms is that for every choice or decision that a being makes another world is created for the opposite choice that could have happened. After I finally got my own computer at the age of ten I was able to start on the calculations for the other world leap.
Still don't know why I hide my genius? Think of it this way, if I did go to one of those schools for the Gifted and talented then I would be working extremely hard on all of the work that they pour onto those poor unsuspecting Still don't children and would not have any time to work on the super computer that I am building to randomize the world and find middle earth. At a regular public school (granted I am still in advanced placement, but only for college purposes) I can get my homework done in about 15 minutes which leaves tons of time for working on the dimension leap. Well back to reality.
'where are my socks, if I didn't know better I would think that there would be a vortex under ground my bed that leads to a civilization of Giant underground mole rats that eat socks' (a/n most geniuses are insane, not bipolar or REALLY insane, just a little out there with creativity).
"Kellyn School starts in 10 minutes," her mother hollered
"I know, I know,"
I know when I walk out of my room I am going to be bombarded by questions.
"Did you finish your homework, did you stay up late, were you on Fan Fiction again," began the interrogator that I would like to refer to as my mother.
"Yes, yes, maybe,"
Another trick that I use when I don't want anyone to know about my plan/genius... A fakery of total and absolute irresponsibility.
"If you keep up at this pace you are going to become a failure and never succeed at anything in this world blah blah blah, blahblahblah........ Blahblah"
Well I have to agree with her on some note, I won't have much time to succeed at anything in THIS world.
My mothers droning continued for the rest of the time that I shoved a piece of toast into my mouth, stuffed my books into my pack along with my homework that I had finished a few months ago and my journal, the ride to school and the only words that I heard were," By honey, I love you."
"Bye love ya too," I instinctually remember saying.
After my first ten chaotic minutes of my morning I remembered, now I have to deal with crazy stressed out AP kids with egos that if they actually held matter would come squirting out of their ears. So after my usual stares that I got from the preps that never carried any books, the soon to be super models for my above shoulder razor cut hair, and the players (I am referring to the guys that just won't take a hint) for the fear of my knees, I finally got to my homeroom and settled down next to my best friend boy Jake.
I have a feeling that you want the low down on Jake. To summarize his whole being into two words they would be "computer geek".He is probably the only person in this program that does not get stressed to the point of homicide in AP (except for me of course). Jake is the person that I trust the most. Oh sure, I have other friends, but I wouldn't bet my life on their loyalty. I can trust Jake though. We have known each other since seventh grade and became friends from the mutual interest that we had in being outcasts. Now since I am in my junior year we have been friends for four years and I am beginning to suspect that he knows how smart I am. It doesn't really matter though; I am going to tell him soon enough anyways.
"So, did you figure out how to use the word processor for the report in English," Jake said as he turned to acknowledge my presence.
"Yeah, I did it took me a few hours because this screen kept coming up that said 'fatal system error' and then the screen would go blank," can you tell that I am lying?
"I told you Kellyn, don't turn the computer on and off, it doesn't like that," Jake said in an agitated voice. If only he knew.....
"I know, I kn..... shit, teacher,"
Teachers don't believe that a girl and boy can only be "friends" and think that whenever we are having a conversation that it is fraternization. We quickly turned back to our packs and got out our English books.
Though, to be truthful, teachers do have a good reason to think those things because I remember in freshman year when I had a crush on Jake and he explained how we should "stay friends and not date because he likes my personality and only likes me ad a friend". Translation," I don't give a fuck about what you feel and I want to go and make out with one of the too be super models. Oh yeah you are really ugly too," I am a genius; I can figure these things out exceedingly fast. To understate, I smashed that crush like a fly on the wall. Teacher is lecturing, I have to listen.
"Today we will be discussing Media and the relationship of the hero to the villain and the psychological differences in the upbringing of their child hood and determine if the villain is evil from choice or force blah blah, blahblahblah," Mr. Smith droned.
This seems like as good a time as any to begin my stupid questions.
"Did Medea have blue hair?" I ask with a sweet smile that could only be translated as ignorance.
"No Miss Johnson," snapped a very irritated Mr. Smith.
*Mental tally* Kellyn 1 out of 3 stupid questions per class.
More rambling spilled from Mr. Smith for fifteen more minutes before I decided to ask another stupid question.
"Does Medea die in the end," I questioned with my wonderful ignorant smile.
"Try reading the play miss Johnson, maybe you will find out then." Smith snapped back
*Mental tally* 2 out of 3.
I love getting teachers pissed because they don't have a true reason to be so mad but they are. I find irrationality absolutely hilarious.
About ten more minutes go by before Jake throws me a note.
Kill,
You are going to get yourself detention if you don't stop. You can't get detention today; remember I am going over to your house to help you with your computer skills. You know that you need them.
Jake
I write back.
Jake,
Awwwww, one more.
Kell
After his eyes quickly flew over my words he sands me a glare and turns back to his work.
Five more minutes pass before I decide that it would be a good idea to make one more stupid comment before class is over.
"Did Greeks wear togas?"
"No, Miss Johnson they did not, I expect to see you after school today," He responded vehnemfuly.
"I don't think so, you see by chapter 5 paragraph 20 line 406, any student may ask any question during class as long as it remotely relates to the lecture session," By now my nice ignorant smile had melted off and been replaced by my "don't mess with me look".
Mr. Smith quickly ran over to his handbook and checked the rule, sure enough it was there.
He was not able to say anything else because the bell had rung and students were sprinting out of the classroom. I strolled by him, gave him an "I win" smile and raced out of the door to walk to my next class with Jake.
I am Kellyn Johnson and this is the beginning of the last day of my life on Earth.
(A/N)
Please review, I will take constructive criticism happily because it can only make my fan fiction better.
Naamarrie,
Faye
A/N I am re posting this story because I sort of forgot about it a few months ago and deleted it from my old account in August. (*by the way I used to be Faye14 but I changed my account to Lorac because I got a new computer, E-mail address, and figured out that my name spelled backwards Means a Dr. Seus nature loving bird and thought that was pretty nifty)
So I hope that you enjoy the story and if you think that this is a Mary-sue (you cannot include the fact that she is a super-genius as Mary-sue candidacy because I needed a semi-valid way for her to get to Middle Earth) review and I will either rebuff your claim with a fake French accent or change the plot to destroy the deadly virus of Mary-sueness
Chapter 1: Death to alarm clocks
*beep, beep, beep, beep, crash, a slow dying breeeeeueeueereeueeuep*
I hate alarm clocks. Not because they wake you up in the morning. Not because they signify another day of Evil AP stressed out teens. There is even a better reason; the sound is the equivalent of nails on a chalk board to me. I think that every beep forces me to lose 1000 brain cells, this isn't really a problem since I have many more than the average person. Wait..... Darn it I am late.
Let me give you a short version of my life. I am a teen genius, and I am the only one that knows it. After 15 years of tricking people to believe that I was only advanced and not a genius it gets pretty easy. Let me explain the reasoning behind my acting skills.... Ever since I was 18 months old I was able to read, and since my mother was a huge LOTR fan I read those books first. I became fascinated with LOTR but just dismissed it as a fantasy world. When I got to be around the age of six I got very interested in physics, to be specific Quantum Physics and the other worlds theory. The other worlds theory in lamens terms is that for every choice or decision that a being makes another world is created for the opposite choice that could have happened. After I finally got my own computer at the age of ten I was able to start on the calculations for the other world leap.
Still don't know why I hide my genius? Think of it this way, if I did go to one of those schools for the Gifted and talented then I would be working extremely hard on all of the work that they pour onto those poor unsuspecting Still don't children and would not have any time to work on the super computer that I am building to randomize the world and find middle earth. At a regular public school (granted I am still in advanced placement, but only for college purposes) I can get my homework done in about 15 minutes which leaves tons of time for working on the dimension leap. Well back to reality.
'where are my socks, if I didn't know better I would think that there would be a vortex under ground my bed that leads to a civilization of Giant underground mole rats that eat socks' (a/n most geniuses are insane, not bipolar or REALLY insane, just a little out there with creativity).
"Kellyn School starts in 10 minutes," her mother hollered
"I know, I know,"
I know when I walk out of my room I am going to be bombarded by questions.
"Did you finish your homework, did you stay up late, were you on Fan Fiction again," began the interrogator that I would like to refer to as my mother.
"Yes, yes, maybe,"
Another trick that I use when I don't want anyone to know about my plan/genius... A fakery of total and absolute irresponsibility.
"If you keep up at this pace you are going to become a failure and never succeed at anything in this world blah blah blah, blahblahblah........ Blahblah"
Well I have to agree with her on some note, I won't have much time to succeed at anything in THIS world.
My mothers droning continued for the rest of the time that I shoved a piece of toast into my mouth, stuffed my books into my pack along with my homework that I had finished a few months ago and my journal, the ride to school and the only words that I heard were," By honey, I love you."
"Bye love ya too," I instinctually remember saying.
After my first ten chaotic minutes of my morning I remembered, now I have to deal with crazy stressed out AP kids with egos that if they actually held matter would come squirting out of their ears. So after my usual stares that I got from the preps that never carried any books, the soon to be super models for my above shoulder razor cut hair, and the players (I am referring to the guys that just won't take a hint) for the fear of my knees, I finally got to my homeroom and settled down next to my best friend boy Jake.
I have a feeling that you want the low down on Jake. To summarize his whole being into two words they would be "computer geek".He is probably the only person in this program that does not get stressed to the point of homicide in AP (except for me of course). Jake is the person that I trust the most. Oh sure, I have other friends, but I wouldn't bet my life on their loyalty. I can trust Jake though. We have known each other since seventh grade and became friends from the mutual interest that we had in being outcasts. Now since I am in my junior year we have been friends for four years and I am beginning to suspect that he knows how smart I am. It doesn't really matter though; I am going to tell him soon enough anyways.
"So, did you figure out how to use the word processor for the report in English," Jake said as he turned to acknowledge my presence.
"Yeah, I did it took me a few hours because this screen kept coming up that said 'fatal system error' and then the screen would go blank," can you tell that I am lying?
"I told you Kellyn, don't turn the computer on and off, it doesn't like that," Jake said in an agitated voice. If only he knew.....
"I know, I kn..... shit, teacher,"
Teachers don't believe that a girl and boy can only be "friends" and think that whenever we are having a conversation that it is fraternization. We quickly turned back to our packs and got out our English books.
Though, to be truthful, teachers do have a good reason to think those things because I remember in freshman year when I had a crush on Jake and he explained how we should "stay friends and not date because he likes my personality and only likes me ad a friend". Translation," I don't give a fuck about what you feel and I want to go and make out with one of the too be super models. Oh yeah you are really ugly too," I am a genius; I can figure these things out exceedingly fast. To understate, I smashed that crush like a fly on the wall. Teacher is lecturing, I have to listen.
"Today we will be discussing Media and the relationship of the hero to the villain and the psychological differences in the upbringing of their child hood and determine if the villain is evil from choice or force blah blah, blahblahblah," Mr. Smith droned.
This seems like as good a time as any to begin my stupid questions.
"Did Medea have blue hair?" I ask with a sweet smile that could only be translated as ignorance.
"No Miss Johnson," snapped a very irritated Mr. Smith.
*Mental tally* Kellyn 1 out of 3 stupid questions per class.
More rambling spilled from Mr. Smith for fifteen more minutes before I decided to ask another stupid question.
"Does Medea die in the end," I questioned with my wonderful ignorant smile.
"Try reading the play miss Johnson, maybe you will find out then." Smith snapped back
*Mental tally* 2 out of 3.
I love getting teachers pissed because they don't have a true reason to be so mad but they are. I find irrationality absolutely hilarious.
About ten more minutes go by before Jake throws me a note.
Kill,
You are going to get yourself detention if you don't stop. You can't get detention today; remember I am going over to your house to help you with your computer skills. You know that you need them.
Jake
I write back.
Jake,
Awwwww, one more.
Kell
After his eyes quickly flew over my words he sands me a glare and turns back to his work.
Five more minutes pass before I decide that it would be a good idea to make one more stupid comment before class is over.
"Did Greeks wear togas?"
"No, Miss Johnson they did not, I expect to see you after school today," He responded vehnemfuly.
"I don't think so, you see by chapter 5 paragraph 20 line 406, any student may ask any question during class as long as it remotely relates to the lecture session," By now my nice ignorant smile had melted off and been replaced by my "don't mess with me look".
Mr. Smith quickly ran over to his handbook and checked the rule, sure enough it was there.
He was not able to say anything else because the bell had rung and students were sprinting out of the classroom. I strolled by him, gave him an "I win" smile and raced out of the door to walk to my next class with Jake.
I am Kellyn Johnson and this is the beginning of the last day of my life on Earth.
(A/N)
Please review, I will take constructive criticism happily because it can only make my fan fiction better.
Naamarrie,
Faye