"Okay, Larry, Samuel, Acorn... You come with Lily and I to the office
to pick up your schedules." Bran said.
"See you guys later!" Lily said to her other friends, and they walked away.
Lily, Bran, and all the Middle Earth people trudged into the office.
The secretaries began to make animal noises, and one even began to chew a can. However, Bran bypassed them and headed to a shady, creepy looking corner.
There was a secretary sitting alone, her stringy salt and pepper hair hung around her wrinkled face.
"Schedules." Bran demanded.
"How much you got?" The woman shot back.
"Five bucks."
The woman sized her up. "Ten."
"Five fifty."
"Eight."
"Six." Bran said.
"Six fifty."
"Six twenty-five."
"Done!" The woman said. "Just fill these out and there you go."
She greedily snatched the money from Bran's hand in exchange for three blank schedules. Bran quickly filled them out.
"Okay. I've fixed it so that each of you guys," she nodded at Lego, Sulel, and Aragorn, "has each class with either Lily, myself, or one of our friends. Think you can handle it?"
Putting on their best warrior faces, they all nodded.
"Let's go."
All four trooped out of the office, up the stairs and into first period history class.
A scary looking man, who greatly resembled Marilyn Manson, sat at the teacher's desk, filing his long, sharp black nails.
"That's the history teacher... Mr. Ferculi." Lily whispered to the three.
"SEATS!" Mr. Ferculi suddenly roared.
Everyone jumped to attention, and Legolas noticed that Communist Dust Bunny and Gabrielle were also in the class.
"Due to lack of-"
Mr. Ferculi was cut off by the door opening and slamming shut. Snuffy stood there, in all her mighty Goth Glory (yes, Glory MUST be capitalized).
"Why are you late?" Mr. Ferculi hissed dangerously.
"Stuff." Snuffy answered, and whipped out a nail file, and starting to work on her black nails, which were pointy enough to rival Mr. Ferculi's.
He glared jealously at her dark black nails. "You fail!"
"What? I'm up, I'm dressed, I'm here. What more do you want?" Snuffy asked. He could not argue with this Gothic philosophy of life, so instead he grumbled, "take your seat."
"That was brilliant, Snuffy!" A girl said.
"Oh, you guys," Bran said, "this is Faye. Faye, this is Samuel, Larry, and Acorn."
"Hello. I'm Faye." She said happily.
"Yes...." Sulel said, backing away nervously, for now Faye was jumping up and down with a hyperactivity level to rival Lily's.
"I SAID SIT DOWN, DAMNIT!" Mr. Ferculi roared loudly.
Everyone quickly sat down in their seats.
"Now, as I was saying. Due to lack of school f-"
Again, Ferculi was cut off, but this time by loud banging coming from the ceiling. "Oh no..." Gabrielle whispered. She suddenly pulled a well-concealed hood from her white blouse, and put it over her head. Everyone else, including Snuffy and Bran, followed suite.
"What's going on?" Aragorn asked, confusedly.
"Marcus." Was the answer.
Gabrielle suddenly noticed that the three didn't have hoods, so she withdrew three bucket hats from.... Nowhere... wow, but anyway, she withdrew three bucket hats and pushed them down on top of the Middle Earth- ians heads. "You'll thank me later." She said, and got back into her seat.
At that instant, a 43-year-old man fell from the ceiling, wielding a pair of scissors. "SCISSORS!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and lunged at any hair that was left out in the open.
After about five minutes of terrorizing the resident preps and their oh-so perky blond locks, he jumped back up into the ceiling, and disappeared from view.
"Interesting..." Bran commented.
"NOW!" Ferculi screamed, finally ready to start class.
"These are Satanic bibles-"
"OXYMORON!" The entire class yelled.
"SHUT UP!" Ferculi roared. "Now, due to lack of-"
At that moment, he was cut off, because of the bell.
A/N: Hey there, Molly of Ozz here! Thank you guys so much for waiting (if not patiently) for this chapter. I know it's taken me a helluva long time to post it. I'd like to thank the reviewers; AloriaMoonbeam: The Last Fae, Mela's Runya, shadowkittie04, Daughter of Night, Green-and-Silver, Fic- Chik, moonlightgoddess, and... well, Legalan doesn't need to be thanked, does she? Anyway, Lord of the Rings is mine. It is all mine and I am free to do whatever the hell I please with it. ::is assaulted by lawyers:: OKAY, okay! It's not mine. There, happy? I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and another will soon come! Oh, bonus points to whoever can figure out what 'FERCULI' is an.. Acronym (I think) for. His name spells something else. Figure it out. Well, much love and marshmallows, Molly
"See you guys later!" Lily said to her other friends, and they walked away.
Lily, Bran, and all the Middle Earth people trudged into the office.
The secretaries began to make animal noises, and one even began to chew a can. However, Bran bypassed them and headed to a shady, creepy looking corner.
There was a secretary sitting alone, her stringy salt and pepper hair hung around her wrinkled face.
"Schedules." Bran demanded.
"How much you got?" The woman shot back.
"Five bucks."
The woman sized her up. "Ten."
"Five fifty."
"Eight."
"Six." Bran said.
"Six fifty."
"Six twenty-five."
"Done!" The woman said. "Just fill these out and there you go."
She greedily snatched the money from Bran's hand in exchange for three blank schedules. Bran quickly filled them out.
"Okay. I've fixed it so that each of you guys," she nodded at Lego, Sulel, and Aragorn, "has each class with either Lily, myself, or one of our friends. Think you can handle it?"
Putting on their best warrior faces, they all nodded.
"Let's go."
All four trooped out of the office, up the stairs and into first period history class.
A scary looking man, who greatly resembled Marilyn Manson, sat at the teacher's desk, filing his long, sharp black nails.
"That's the history teacher... Mr. Ferculi." Lily whispered to the three.
"SEATS!" Mr. Ferculi suddenly roared.
Everyone jumped to attention, and Legolas noticed that Communist Dust Bunny and Gabrielle were also in the class.
"Due to lack of-"
Mr. Ferculi was cut off by the door opening and slamming shut. Snuffy stood there, in all her mighty Goth Glory (yes, Glory MUST be capitalized).
"Why are you late?" Mr. Ferculi hissed dangerously.
"Stuff." Snuffy answered, and whipped out a nail file, and starting to work on her black nails, which were pointy enough to rival Mr. Ferculi's.
He glared jealously at her dark black nails. "You fail!"
"What? I'm up, I'm dressed, I'm here. What more do you want?" Snuffy asked. He could not argue with this Gothic philosophy of life, so instead he grumbled, "take your seat."
"That was brilliant, Snuffy!" A girl said.
"Oh, you guys," Bran said, "this is Faye. Faye, this is Samuel, Larry, and Acorn."
"Hello. I'm Faye." She said happily.
"Yes...." Sulel said, backing away nervously, for now Faye was jumping up and down with a hyperactivity level to rival Lily's.
"I SAID SIT DOWN, DAMNIT!" Mr. Ferculi roared loudly.
Everyone quickly sat down in their seats.
"Now, as I was saying. Due to lack of school f-"
Again, Ferculi was cut off, but this time by loud banging coming from the ceiling. "Oh no..." Gabrielle whispered. She suddenly pulled a well-concealed hood from her white blouse, and put it over her head. Everyone else, including Snuffy and Bran, followed suite.
"What's going on?" Aragorn asked, confusedly.
"Marcus." Was the answer.
Gabrielle suddenly noticed that the three didn't have hoods, so she withdrew three bucket hats from.... Nowhere... wow, but anyway, she withdrew three bucket hats and pushed them down on top of the Middle Earth- ians heads. "You'll thank me later." She said, and got back into her seat.
At that instant, a 43-year-old man fell from the ceiling, wielding a pair of scissors. "SCISSORS!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and lunged at any hair that was left out in the open.
After about five minutes of terrorizing the resident preps and their oh-so perky blond locks, he jumped back up into the ceiling, and disappeared from view.
"Interesting..." Bran commented.
"NOW!" Ferculi screamed, finally ready to start class.
"These are Satanic bibles-"
"OXYMORON!" The entire class yelled.
"SHUT UP!" Ferculi roared. "Now, due to lack of-"
At that moment, he was cut off, because of the bell.
A/N: Hey there, Molly of Ozz here! Thank you guys so much for waiting (if not patiently) for this chapter. I know it's taken me a helluva long time to post it. I'd like to thank the reviewers; AloriaMoonbeam: The Last Fae, Mela's Runya, shadowkittie04, Daughter of Night, Green-and-Silver, Fic- Chik, moonlightgoddess, and... well, Legalan doesn't need to be thanked, does she? Anyway, Lord of the Rings is mine. It is all mine and I am free to do whatever the hell I please with it. ::is assaulted by lawyers:: OKAY, okay! It's not mine. There, happy? I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and another will soon come! Oh, bonus points to whoever can figure out what 'FERCULI' is an.. Acronym (I think) for. His name spells something else. Figure it out. Well, much love and marshmallows, Molly