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Ok I know this is long awaited and I am very sorry, I, unlike you, do have a life, so here is the 4th chapter of Frodo and the Evil Math Teacher.
Ch. 4: The Horrible Truth
As our heroes trudge down the stairs, a mysterious vibe comes from within the math classroom. Something is brewing, something evil. It will bind everyone who catches hold of it in darkness, and will be gone forever. Nilda is crafting the test for her students. What else did you think it was?
Sam runs ahead of Frodo, obviously excited about something. As he bounds down the stairs, Frodo has to duck to avoid the flecks of dirt flying from Sam's hair and clothes. He made a mental note to himself to tell Sam to take a bath later. He also hopes he will remember his mental note, this one could be disgusting if he did not.
As Frodo was thinking he enters and area of the school he had never been before in his two years there. It was dark, musty, and smelled of mothballs. "Where are we?" inquired Frodo.
"Why we are at the library, you silly goose," said Sam.
"We have a library?" gasped Frodo with obvious stupidity. Sam noticed this but didn't say anything, he wasn't too fond of people that were stupid and didn't even kno where the library is, but that philosophy doesn't really make sense because he isn't Einstein himself, except for the fact that he doesn't know it. (AN: Did that get you confused, I know it got me confizzled.)
Sam opened the library doors wide and they both walked in, Sam almost running, Frodo gagging. When he came in view of the tables in the room, there sat one small kid playing with a few cards. He was short, practically 4' tall and he wore a musty wizard's hat to try to conceal his smallness. He had a small squeaky voice that didn't help much with his appearance. And even though Frodo and Sam had made such a ruckus with coming in, the boy still did not look up.
"Gandalf...." Sam said, "GANDALF!" Then and only then did the boy look up from his Magic cards.
"Oh," he said, "It's only you." His eyes drifted over to Frodo and his mouth opened in disbelief. "What's he doing here?" He stressed the he as if Frodo was of another ilk, which he was, but it was still not very nice.
"This is Frodo," said Sam, and he proceeded to discuss their dilemma with Gandalf with intimate detail. When he was finished, Gandalf thought long and hard about what they should do.
"Well, he said in his high-pitched squeaky voice, "the only solution I see is to destroy that ring at its source."
"Well where is its source?" asked Frodo.
"I'm sorry, but the only place it can be destroyed is at Nilda's own house! And you know, that also means that she created the ring and she was only playing with you last period, in case you were wondering."
"I know that I'm not stupid," shouted Frodo, "but how are we going to get away with this, I mean, going to her house, that's madness that is. I don't even think a kid has ever tried it or else I would come up with a rebuttal. It's just too crazy to even think about!"
"It's the only way, I'm sorry," squeaked Gandalf. He rumpled his already messy hair in discomfort, "I could come with you, and, and, I could get more people to come with you to help you, yeah, that's it!" His face brightened at this idea and was ready to set off and find the likely candidates.
"Hey wait a minute," said Frodo, "I want some of MY people to come too ya hear!" He was not going around in public with this geeks, dorks, and weirdoes, there was just no way.
"Fine, fine," said Sam, "How bout I hold a council tomorrow. The maybe we can pick and choose the brave but foolish souls that could venture with us on this noble but stupid quest. And with that, Frodo fled from the room, unable to bear the horrid smell any longer, while Gandalf went back to his cards and Sam challenged him to a game.
Well, that's all folks. You know, reviews are much appreciated. S N O G, still lovin' that word.
Ok I know this is long awaited and I am very sorry, I, unlike you, do have a life, so here is the 4th chapter of Frodo and the Evil Math Teacher.
Ch. 4: The Horrible Truth
As our heroes trudge down the stairs, a mysterious vibe comes from within the math classroom. Something is brewing, something evil. It will bind everyone who catches hold of it in darkness, and will be gone forever. Nilda is crafting the test for her students. What else did you think it was?
Sam runs ahead of Frodo, obviously excited about something. As he bounds down the stairs, Frodo has to duck to avoid the flecks of dirt flying from Sam's hair and clothes. He made a mental note to himself to tell Sam to take a bath later. He also hopes he will remember his mental note, this one could be disgusting if he did not.
As Frodo was thinking he enters and area of the school he had never been before in his two years there. It was dark, musty, and smelled of mothballs. "Where are we?" inquired Frodo.
"Why we are at the library, you silly goose," said Sam.
"We have a library?" gasped Frodo with obvious stupidity. Sam noticed this but didn't say anything, he wasn't too fond of people that were stupid and didn't even kno where the library is, but that philosophy doesn't really make sense because he isn't Einstein himself, except for the fact that he doesn't know it. (AN: Did that get you confused, I know it got me confizzled.)
Sam opened the library doors wide and they both walked in, Sam almost running, Frodo gagging. When he came in view of the tables in the room, there sat one small kid playing with a few cards. He was short, practically 4' tall and he wore a musty wizard's hat to try to conceal his smallness. He had a small squeaky voice that didn't help much with his appearance. And even though Frodo and Sam had made such a ruckus with coming in, the boy still did not look up.
"Gandalf...." Sam said, "GANDALF!" Then and only then did the boy look up from his Magic cards.
"Oh," he said, "It's only you." His eyes drifted over to Frodo and his mouth opened in disbelief. "What's he doing here?" He stressed the he as if Frodo was of another ilk, which he was, but it was still not very nice.
"This is Frodo," said Sam, and he proceeded to discuss their dilemma with Gandalf with intimate detail. When he was finished, Gandalf thought long and hard about what they should do.
"Well, he said in his high-pitched squeaky voice, "the only solution I see is to destroy that ring at its source."
"Well where is its source?" asked Frodo.
"I'm sorry, but the only place it can be destroyed is at Nilda's own house! And you know, that also means that she created the ring and she was only playing with you last period, in case you were wondering."
"I know that I'm not stupid," shouted Frodo, "but how are we going to get away with this, I mean, going to her house, that's madness that is. I don't even think a kid has ever tried it or else I would come up with a rebuttal. It's just too crazy to even think about!"
"It's the only way, I'm sorry," squeaked Gandalf. He rumpled his already messy hair in discomfort, "I could come with you, and, and, I could get more people to come with you to help you, yeah, that's it!" His face brightened at this idea and was ready to set off and find the likely candidates.
"Hey wait a minute," said Frodo, "I want some of MY people to come too ya hear!" He was not going around in public with this geeks, dorks, and weirdoes, there was just no way.
"Fine, fine," said Sam, "How bout I hold a council tomorrow. The maybe we can pick and choose the brave but foolish souls that could venture with us on this noble but stupid quest. And with that, Frodo fled from the room, unable to bear the horrid smell any longer, while Gandalf went back to his cards and Sam challenged him to a game.
Well, that's all folks. You know, reviews are much appreciated. S N O G, still lovin' that word.