'Eru, save me,' I whispered leaning in toward the computer screen. 'I think I'm addicted to fan fiction.' The screen glowed faintly and my computer hummed me a soft lullaby. 'Yeah, yeah, I'm going,' I sighed. A brief glance towards the clock revealed I had to get up for school in three hours.
Ah, School. Another boring day, plodding along through the grey monotony that was life. -If I lived in the Shire, at least it would be a green monotony!- A cheerful voice in the back of my head piped up. I made a mental note to stop thinking. It couldn't very healthy for me to have a miniature Mary-Sue implanted in the back of my brain.
'Time to go night-night, laddie,' I told my computer as I clicked the switch. I couldn't resist one last fond caress of the monitor before I fell backwards onto bed. I shifted the laptop's weight from my knees and onto the floor.
The bed definitely needed some getting used to. I hadn't been in the new house more than a week, and I hadn't had the bed for much longer, but the futon definitely beat the floor. I'm still at the point of moving where everything is low to the ground. I honestly think the 19" TV is the tallest thing in the room. A futon mattress, a tiny laptop, a wee box holding my books- all on the floor, of course- were about the only things adorning the room at this point. And the TV, of course.
Tenth grade. I'm just hitting that mid-winter dip right after the hols and everything starts looking incredibly dreary. I'd moved to a new city over break, and, though not for lack of friends, I wouldn(t exactly call it heaven on Earth. I just prefer to ignore life as much as possible and immerse myself in Tolkien's world, usually via internet or the genius of Peter Jackson. Valar bless those men, only ones who've ever done anything useful. Amen.
I rolled over and looked at the obnoxious digital clock. 2:40. -Oh, well,- I thought to myself. -I probably won't be able to sleep for another hour, anyway. And ninety minutes of sleep won(t do me any good.- I groaned a little. Damn school. Damn life. Where are my pants, anyway? Damned pants.
After groping around in the dark for a minute or two, I located the offending pajama bottoms and pulled them on. Flipping my head over, I tied my hair in a ponytail. To the best of my knowledge, it resembled Pebbles Flintstone more than the leggy blonde models in magazines. Never liked models. Too skinny, too pompous, too over-rated. -And everything you(ll never be!- the Mary-Sue voice inhabiting by mind taunted. Oh, right. I forgot I needed to stop thinking.
Crawling over to the DVD player in the dark, I poked it open and used my spidey senses to see what was inside. Well, actually, I used a penlight, but whatever. It was the Extended Fellowship, first disc. Perfect. I turned on the TV and turned the volume down to the lowest setting. Didn(t want to wake the parents, after all. Flopping back onto my bed, I dug out the squashed and melting back of M&M's from underneath it. Grimacing at the oozing mess in my hand, I decided I definitely needed to get used to a futon.
Galadriel's voice filtered on to the screen and I glanced out my window. It's a basement window, so I can't see much, but the view was obscured by what looked like snow. -Odd, It never snows around here. I suppose it is January, though, and it(s not like it won(t be welcome.- I pushed it out of my mind and concentrated on two things- the melting, sickeningly sweet chocolate and the forging of the great Rings.
I woke up rather disconcerted. My clock read noon, but the room was lit only by a hazy half-light that filtered through my now-encrusted window, more akin to twilight than noon sunshine. My DVD player was blinking at me rapidly and my ever-persistent television set informed me 'the story continues on disc 2'. I grabbed the remotes and shut them off, yawning hugely. Luckily I had dropped the M&M's sometime in my sleep and they lay scattered on the floor. 'I(ll pick 'em up later,' I informed my discarded jeans. 'Serves 'em right for melting.' Grabbing the comforter off my bed, I wrapped it around myself and journeyed upstairs. Vaguely I wondered why I hadn(t been woken up for school, and then dismissed the thought, remembering the Mary-Sue voice in my head.
The house was utterly silent. Not for the first time, I felt uncomfortable. Quickly looking over my shoulder, I thought I saw a red furry something running across the room. Spinning around, I thought I saw it again. My suspicion was quickly lifted when I realized it was my Flintstonian ponytail trying to take advantage of the momentum. 'Shit, hair,' I said, 'Aren't you a bit bored with chasing me around all day?' I pulled out the elastic, and a few hairs at the same time. 'Bloody thing...' murmuring curses I peered into the fridge.
'Ooh, look, a note!' I pulled the piece of scratch paper off the milk carton and read it, light courtesy of the refrigerator. My mom's loopy writing covered only about half of it. Gen, darl, school's been called off today on account of this lovely snow. I still have work though. I didn't want to wake you, I figured you'd want to sleep in. Just how long did you stay up, anyway? I would have thought you were dead if it weren't for the candy everywhere. I cleaned some of it up, mostly what I could see sticking out of your bed. Don't sleep with chocolate anymore, ok? And remember to turn of your electronics. XOXO, Mamie. Good-oh, a snow day. More time for fan fics. My meandering muses were going to have one hell of a time with this little tidbit of news.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN! The Introduction! (yes, it needs to be capitalized) This actually is going somewhere, believe it or not. But for now, you get a bit of the character's name, her position, age, a little bit of what she looks like, perosnality, etc. Don't like it? Flame me. Please, flames are the best. - Well, almost. Nice reviews are better hint