Frodo Friday
*Author's Note *: Cheese! Artichokes! Eggplant! Jalepeno! Sorry about that, I felt like doing that. And I tried to feed a jalepeno to my sister today, but she wouldn't eat it! Darn! And she wouldn't eat my soggy leftover nachos either! Actually, the nachos were good! Well, here's the next installation in my wonderful story! As you might have noticed, the rating is changed from PG to PG-13 because Nina told me to! *Shows Nina threatening to blackmail me in some sort if I don't change it * More on that to come...well, onto the story! Oh yeah and my name isn't Emily, but I changed it for the story.
Chapter 4 A New Record?
I went out into the hallway. Suddenly, a screaming sixth-grade girl came running from another direction. I knew where Frodo had gone.
I ran up to the girl's bathroom and opened the door. Sure enough, Frodo was in a stall, hurling away to his heart's content. "Um...Frodo?" I asked. "Are you all right? And, just to tell you, this is a girl's bathroom." Frodo didn't care. He just continued to hurl.
Finally, after a good seven minutes where I'm sure he not only hurled up the bagel from this morning but also his liver and gallbladder, Frodo looked up at me. "I think I can go back now," he told me.
We went back to the science class to find everybody cleaning up.
"I had to do the rest myself!" Sarina said. "If we get a good grade, you owe me."
"Of course," I answered. I went to my locker and soon found myself at my next class - Algebra.
(A/N: Let me tell you that I am still having nightmares about algebra, and that was last year! I hope to never experience algebra again...oh no! Algebra 2 next year! AHHHHHHHHH! Oh well...I'll just enjoy my Geometry - and my good grades! - while it lasts!)
I walked into the classroom and went to my desk. Frodo followed at my heels. I plopped down at my desk and Frodo at the one next to me. I looked up to find the face of a burning mad...Tory.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
Tory erupted like Frodo had in the bathroom - but not in the same way. "I'M NOT AN ELF LOVER DAMMIT!!! I READ CHAPTER TWO AND I AM NOT AN ELF LOVER!!!" I cowered in my chair. "And," she continued , "I'm going to make sure you don't forget it!"
"How?" I asked.
"Like this!" she answered, grabbing my right hand, pulling out a ball point pen and writing "ARAGORN AND PIRATES R KEWL!!!" on it. That ink stayed on that hand for days and through many-a-shower. Tory walked away.
"What was that about?" asked Frodo.
"Ummmm - good question," I answered. Suddenly I spied someone out of the corner of my eye and quickly turned to Frodo and stood in front of him.
"Huh?" asked Frodo. "What are you doing?"
"Protecting you," I answered. "Now listen, before I go back, I need to tell you a few things."
Frodo nodded.
"There is a girl. Her name is Nina. Watch out for her. That is all."
Frodo looked at me strangely as I went back to my seat. "What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said. "She just is...well...a big fan of yours."
"Hey Emily!" I hear a voice say.
*The other - real - Emily in the room turns around * Emily (real one): Huh? Who's calling me?
I turn around to the voice, which is now very silent. Sure enough, it's Nina. She's staring at Frodo in awe.
"Oh, hi Nina," I said. "This is - "
I was cut off. "FRODO!" Nina finished as she leaped on top of him and squeezed him with a tight hug. A VERY tight hug. This made Nina happy, but not as much Frodo. You see: when a large human being tightly hugs a small hobbit...well, the hobbit kind of suffocates a bit. And Frodo was suffocating a bit - or more than a bit.
"Uh - Nina?" I asked.
She realized what she was doing and relaxed her grip. "Oops! Sorry, Frodo."
"No problem," replied Frodo.
Just then, our spectacular (A/N: *cough * not *cough *) teacher Mrs. Galf walked in. Nina went to her seat and we dived into the wonderful world of Algebra. (A/N: *cough * again not *cough *)
"Parabolas," said Mrs. Galf. "I know how much you love them..." (Collective groan from the class) "...so today we're going to work on a wonderful worksheet. Three whole pages, forty-five whole problems!"
(A/N: As mentioned before, I had algebra last year. I don't remember much. I don't want to remember much. I do remember that I didn't like parabolas. And I remember that they were curvy graphy-things. And forty- five problems is a lot to finish in a class period. Poor, poor characters in my poor, poor fanfic.)
Mrs. Galf started to hand out the wonderful worksheet. We started to get to work on the wonderful worksheet. Nina stared at Frodo a lot and batted her eyelashes while working on the wonderful worksheet.
A few minutes and three problems later, Frodo began to look a little uncomfortable and began to squirm. I looked over at him.
"Do you need to use the little hobbit's room?" I asked. He nodded. I raised my hand and Mrs. Galf nodded at me. "Fred needs to use the bathroom," I said. "Can I take him?"
"No, let me take him!" cried Nina, jumping out of her seat. "I'll let you work on your sheet."
"Yes, let Nina," said Mrs. Galf. "I think you should work on your sheet, considering the grade on your last test." I frowned. What? It was only a C-! Sure I've done better, but still...
Nina jumped up happily, grabbed Frodo's hand, and dragged him out the door. I sulkily went back to my math. I wasn't sure what kind of thing Nina would do to Frodo. It would probably be something along the lines of what we learn in health class. But maybe she would simply show him to the bathroom...and maybe Bill the pony will become King of Gondor.
I raised my hand and Mrs. Galf nodded at me. "Um...I forgot my ruler in my locker. Can I please go get it?" She nodded in approval. I forgot that parabolas are curves. You don't need a ruler for them. Duh.
Anyway, I dashed outside into the hallway. Which bathroom had Nina brought him to? Then I saw it: a screaming girl coming from down the hall. Yup, she had brought him to the girl's bathroom. That must be a record: a male being in the girl's bathroom twice in one day. Hmmm...would Frodo want a medal or a trophy? I brought my thoughts back on topic and ran up to the bathroom and creaked open the door.
There was no one in sight: not Nina, not Frodo. Two of the three stalls were empty. That left me one choice. I quietly tiptoed up to the door and swung it wide. As soon as I saw what was inside, I stepped back a few feet with my jaw dropped.
*Author's Note * - HA HA HA!!! You all get a cliffhanger! What did I find in the stall? An innocent little sixth grader doing her business? The real record holder for Most Times a Male is in a Girl's Bathroom in a Day? Frodo threatening Nina with a rendition of Gollum's Song (OH NO!!!)? Nina threatening Frodo with a picture of his beloved Sam with Rosie at the Spring Dance? You'll just have to wait to find out!
Also there wasn't anything rated PG13 in this chapter, but there most likely will be in future chapters!
*Author's Note *: Cheese! Artichokes! Eggplant! Jalepeno! Sorry about that, I felt like doing that. And I tried to feed a jalepeno to my sister today, but she wouldn't eat it! Darn! And she wouldn't eat my soggy leftover nachos either! Actually, the nachos were good! Well, here's the next installation in my wonderful story! As you might have noticed, the rating is changed from PG to PG-13 because Nina told me to! *Shows Nina threatening to blackmail me in some sort if I don't change it * More on that to come...well, onto the story! Oh yeah and my name isn't Emily, but I changed it for the story.
Chapter 4 A New Record?
I went out into the hallway. Suddenly, a screaming sixth-grade girl came running from another direction. I knew where Frodo had gone.
I ran up to the girl's bathroom and opened the door. Sure enough, Frodo was in a stall, hurling away to his heart's content. "Um...Frodo?" I asked. "Are you all right? And, just to tell you, this is a girl's bathroom." Frodo didn't care. He just continued to hurl.
Finally, after a good seven minutes where I'm sure he not only hurled up the bagel from this morning but also his liver and gallbladder, Frodo looked up at me. "I think I can go back now," he told me.
We went back to the science class to find everybody cleaning up.
"I had to do the rest myself!" Sarina said. "If we get a good grade, you owe me."
"Of course," I answered. I went to my locker and soon found myself at my next class - Algebra.
(A/N: Let me tell you that I am still having nightmares about algebra, and that was last year! I hope to never experience algebra again...oh no! Algebra 2 next year! AHHHHHHHHH! Oh well...I'll just enjoy my Geometry - and my good grades! - while it lasts!)
I walked into the classroom and went to my desk. Frodo followed at my heels. I plopped down at my desk and Frodo at the one next to me. I looked up to find the face of a burning mad...Tory.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
Tory erupted like Frodo had in the bathroom - but not in the same way. "I'M NOT AN ELF LOVER DAMMIT!!! I READ CHAPTER TWO AND I AM NOT AN ELF LOVER!!!" I cowered in my chair. "And," she continued , "I'm going to make sure you don't forget it!"
"How?" I asked.
"Like this!" she answered, grabbing my right hand, pulling out a ball point pen and writing "ARAGORN AND PIRATES R KEWL!!!" on it. That ink stayed on that hand for days and through many-a-shower. Tory walked away.
"What was that about?" asked Frodo.
"Ummmm - good question," I answered. Suddenly I spied someone out of the corner of my eye and quickly turned to Frodo and stood in front of him.
"Huh?" asked Frodo. "What are you doing?"
"Protecting you," I answered. "Now listen, before I go back, I need to tell you a few things."
Frodo nodded.
"There is a girl. Her name is Nina. Watch out for her. That is all."
Frodo looked at me strangely as I went back to my seat. "What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said. "She just is...well...a big fan of yours."
"Hey Emily!" I hear a voice say.
*The other - real - Emily in the room turns around * Emily (real one): Huh? Who's calling me?
I turn around to the voice, which is now very silent. Sure enough, it's Nina. She's staring at Frodo in awe.
"Oh, hi Nina," I said. "This is - "
I was cut off. "FRODO!" Nina finished as she leaped on top of him and squeezed him with a tight hug. A VERY tight hug. This made Nina happy, but not as much Frodo. You see: when a large human being tightly hugs a small hobbit...well, the hobbit kind of suffocates a bit. And Frodo was suffocating a bit - or more than a bit.
"Uh - Nina?" I asked.
She realized what she was doing and relaxed her grip. "Oops! Sorry, Frodo."
"No problem," replied Frodo.
Just then, our spectacular (A/N: *cough * not *cough *) teacher Mrs. Galf walked in. Nina went to her seat and we dived into the wonderful world of Algebra. (A/N: *cough * again not *cough *)
"Parabolas," said Mrs. Galf. "I know how much you love them..." (Collective groan from the class) "...so today we're going to work on a wonderful worksheet. Three whole pages, forty-five whole problems!"
(A/N: As mentioned before, I had algebra last year. I don't remember much. I don't want to remember much. I do remember that I didn't like parabolas. And I remember that they were curvy graphy-things. And forty- five problems is a lot to finish in a class period. Poor, poor characters in my poor, poor fanfic.)
Mrs. Galf started to hand out the wonderful worksheet. We started to get to work on the wonderful worksheet. Nina stared at Frodo a lot and batted her eyelashes while working on the wonderful worksheet.
A few minutes and three problems later, Frodo began to look a little uncomfortable and began to squirm. I looked over at him.
"Do you need to use the little hobbit's room?" I asked. He nodded. I raised my hand and Mrs. Galf nodded at me. "Fred needs to use the bathroom," I said. "Can I take him?"
"No, let me take him!" cried Nina, jumping out of her seat. "I'll let you work on your sheet."
"Yes, let Nina," said Mrs. Galf. "I think you should work on your sheet, considering the grade on your last test." I frowned. What? It was only a C-! Sure I've done better, but still...
Nina jumped up happily, grabbed Frodo's hand, and dragged him out the door. I sulkily went back to my math. I wasn't sure what kind of thing Nina would do to Frodo. It would probably be something along the lines of what we learn in health class. But maybe she would simply show him to the bathroom...and maybe Bill the pony will become King of Gondor.
I raised my hand and Mrs. Galf nodded at me. "Um...I forgot my ruler in my locker. Can I please go get it?" She nodded in approval. I forgot that parabolas are curves. You don't need a ruler for them. Duh.
Anyway, I dashed outside into the hallway. Which bathroom had Nina brought him to? Then I saw it: a screaming girl coming from down the hall. Yup, she had brought him to the girl's bathroom. That must be a record: a male being in the girl's bathroom twice in one day. Hmmm...would Frodo want a medal or a trophy? I brought my thoughts back on topic and ran up to the bathroom and creaked open the door.
There was no one in sight: not Nina, not Frodo. Two of the three stalls were empty. That left me one choice. I quietly tiptoed up to the door and swung it wide. As soon as I saw what was inside, I stepped back a few feet with my jaw dropped.
*Author's Note * - HA HA HA!!! You all get a cliffhanger! What did I find in the stall? An innocent little sixth grader doing her business? The real record holder for Most Times a Male is in a Girl's Bathroom in a Day? Frodo threatening Nina with a rendition of Gollum's Song (OH NO!!!)? Nina threatening Frodo with a picture of his beloved Sam with Rosie at the Spring Dance? You'll just have to wait to find out!
Also there wasn't anything rated PG13 in this chapter, but there most likely will be in future chapters!