Faulkner: Sorry if it seems a little weird about halfway through. My nerves
are kind of fried at the moment I was writing this. A kid in my class (not
really a friend of mine, but a good aquaintance) had a seizure during math.
Just fell out of his desk and started shivering like he was cold or
something. Went all stiff and shook for awhile, with Mr.Wilder holding his
head so he wouldn't bang it on the tile. After it, he was really pale (even
though he had this dark tan, like Mexicans and people from India) and he
was all limp. He had made some really disturbing choking sounds after he
had stopped shaking, so you can imagine that it was pretty scary.
Whew. Thanks, just had to get that out. I'm still just a little shaky when I think about it. Thankfully, it was a mild one and the first one he'd had in three years 'cause he forgot his medication this morning. But he's supposed to be back to normal by tomorrow, though he probably won't come to school because of embarassment.
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"Well, Narya. Are you ready to try riding again?"
I looked at Herumor, complacently chewing some oats and staring back at me. I swear, that horse had it in for me.
"Do I hafta?" I whined. I really wasn't looking forward to this. There was a million and one things that I could think of just off the top of my head that were better than this.
"Yes. You need to learn how to ride. Just about every Elf in Lorien knows how to ride!"
"My mum always told me that I shouldn't do something just because someone else did it too." I replied. God, now how did I remember that? That was a loooooong time ago. Surprised I can even remember their faces, let alone what they've said to me....
"Well, your mother isn't here at the moment and I doubt she ever will get here." He frowned down at me. First time I ever saw him frown before. "Now, you will get on that horse, and you WILL learn!" He pointed at Herumor and glared at me. Sighing, I dragged my feet as I walked towards the stallion.
I bet I looked like I was off to the gallows or something. I definitely wasn't looking forward to this. Not one bit. I stood next to him and gulped. I was having one of those cartoon moments where the height was exagerrated and the saddle seemed to be up in the clouds. Yep. My imagination could get the better of me. No, I hadn't taken anything funky earlier.
Appearing out of nowhere, a stable groom approached Telepcoire and whispered in his ear. Then he stepped back and glanced at me and the horse.
Telepcoire sighed and muttered back to the groom beefore turning his attention to me. "I am needed somewhere else. Sonyare will watch over you while i'm gone. When I get back, I want to see you on that horse, ready to ride. I shouldn't be long." And then he started off and disappeared into the stable.
"Joy." I grumbled. I glanced nervously at the strange Elf and briefly wondered if he was safe or not. Ah, well. We were surrounded by Elves, so nothing too bad would happen and go unnoticed. At least, I hoped.
"Well," I sighed, "It's all or nothing." I stuck my foot in the stirrup and hauled myself into the saddle. Thankfully I was the right direction , so I was spared some humiliation.
"Well, that wasn't so bad now, was it Herumor? We'll just sit tight until Telepcoire gets back." I patted his neck and tried to stay as still as possible on his back. The last thing that I needed at the moment was to have another accident like the last one. That hadn't been very fun at all.
I got bored and started picking at my nails. I usually chewed them when I was nervous if I wasn't cracking my knuckles. I heard that cracking your knuckles is supposed to give you arthritis when you're older. Since I heard that, i've tried to stop doing it so much. I'd prefer to be able to use my hands when i'm like, eighty-two or something. I remember when I was really little and still living with my "parents" and we visited my granny. Her knuckles had been all knotted up and her fingers had been curled in. I remember that she could barely open them at all.
That had been kinda freaky. I've never been very comfortable around very old people. They just creeped me out for some odd reason. That was another bad thing about the Institute. Most of the supposed patients had been either middle-aged or old geezers with false teeth and drugged out of their minds on medication. Even though they scared me sort of, I still felt sorry for the poor old farts. Us younger ones could at least take care of ourselves and puke the stuff back up once we could get into a bathroom (unless of course it was an injection, which they almost always used on me since they kept catching me puking the pills back up).
I heard a charp crack and suddenly Herumor just totally flipped out. I was jerked out of my thoughts as he started to frantically buck. I nearly fell off, but tightened my grip on the reins and threaded my fingers in his mane.
Needless to say, I was holding on for dear life.
He jumped, kicked, twisted like the best contortionist and acted like a thing possesed by a demon. He even tried to bite my leg a couple of times, but he missed both times thank God.
Elves started shouting and there were four of them trying to calm him down and possibly lasso him. I wasn't even going to try to stop him, despite the instructions that some of the Elves were yelling at me in poor English. I snorted and thought to myself 'Fuck that!' I was going to survive and to do that, I was going to literally ride this out. It didn't really help matters that I was feeling nauseous.
Faces were swirling and I was going up, down, up, down, quick whirl and twist, up, twist, down again, snap at Elves, up again. Someone get me OFF THIS RIDE!!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!
Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
I lost my grip and was tossed to the ground. I couldn't have been sure since my brains had been thoroughly swished about, but I thought I heard a crunch when I landed and a sickening thud. I saw lots of blond hair before I blacked out.
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It was a headache to end all headaches. A migraine to end all migraines. It was pain, pure and simple, centered right in my head. No matter how soft whoever it was was talking, it made it hurt worse. I would've told them to shut the hell up if I could have mustered up the strength to do it. Frankly, I hurt too much to even speak.
There was one thing I could do though. I opened my eyes (they were watering very slightly but not enough to be taken as crying) and my sight was a bit blurry. I could still make out that I was someplace new.
A blond Elf was whispering to what must have been her assistant and wrapping up something. I think it was my left arm, but couldn't be sure by my position and that everything but my head was numb. She occaisonally glanced at me and I think she took note that I was somewhat awake.
I gently bit my tongue to try to stimulate some spit into my mouth so I could speak. I felt like I was back in the desert of my hometown, running in the heat with no water fountain in sight.
"Aspirin. Tylenol. Morphine. Now." I managed before my mouth dried out again. This was not fun, not one bit. Was I finally dying or something? Nope, not yet something told me.
All this thinking was making my head hurt worse so I tried to stop and just observed. I didn't observe much though because my eyes were starting to hurt too, so I closed them and drifted into a "limbo" if you will. I didn't really think, but didn't really fall asleep either. I was sort of aware of what was going on around me, and yet not really connecting the sounds to anything.
I felt someone touch my cheek so I opened my eyes. The same blond Elf that was helping me was standing there with a cup in her hand. With a simple, "drink" she gently lifted my head up and brought the cup to my lips. Whatever it was tasted good and my headbanging lessened somewhat.
"Worst luck in the world." I muttered so softly I was sure not even she could hear. I think she did hear and understand because I saw the slightest grin lift the corner of perfect lips before I had to close my aching eyes again. And then I started the weird limbo drifting thing.
Or maybe I actually took a short nap because when I opened my eyes again Haldir and Telepcoire were both there, talking softly with the nice lady that had given me the headache medicine. I tried to sit up a bit so I could talk to them properly and used my apparently broken arm. So I groaned and just fell the couple inches back into my nice, soft, warm mattress.
They turned to me and my two favorite Elves decided to visit a bit.
"How are you feeling?" Telepcoire asked anxiously.
"Peachy." I muttered. My mouth was the Sahara still. The nice lady obliging tilted my head up a bit and brought a cup of water to my mouth. I drank the whole thing down and let out a very satisfying 'aaaahhhh'.
"I'm very sorry for what happened. Herumor doesn't react well to loud cracking noises. You could say it's from past childhood experiences." He did look really sorry for what happened.
"I would say no harm no foul, but my arm and head are saying the complete opposite." I replied. He visibly brightened at that. "Now worries, i'm not made out of glass. Though this will hurt like a bitch for awhile. I have a bad feeling that this is going to set me back a whole lot."
Haldir scowled. "Yes. At this rate you'll never learn anything."
"I will too. I just won't be able to do much activity stuff. I can still learn."
"Learning can be vastly overrated." Only guys who thought they were big and bad said stupid crap like that. But then again, this was stick-up-the-ass. He was an arrogant bastard, but an occaisonally lovable one. Hell, he did have a boyfriend after all! Boy, did that sound wrong.....
"Well. Ain't you all that and a bag of chips. Mister tough guy, big man, the godfather of the Godfather. Those were some cool flicks right there......" There I go again, getting off track. Sometimes my brain was faster than my mouth. Like some mental foot wouldn't let off on the gas and never used the brakes until it was too late and ka-BOOM! Crash, disaster, pain, humiliation.....
"What are you talking about? 'All that and a bag of chips'? 'Godfather of the Godfather'?" Score one to Narya, Haldir zero.
"Haven't you ever had potato chips? Eh, no, you wouldn't. Mash potatos that taste like corn beef, chicken like pork chops, but no sour cream and onion potato chips. The next thing you'll be telling me is that you guys don't have peanut butter!" I laughed. These people didn't know what they were missing!
Telepcoire glanced at Haldir and grinned. "I'm not quite sure what you're talking about, but no. We don't have any 'peanut butter'." My jaw literally dropped.
NO PEANUT BUTTER?!?!?! BLASPHEMY!!!
I groaned. "No peanut....? This..... just really sucks at the moment. I hope I never have to have my tonsils removed here, because there won't be any ice-cream to help." I deadpanned. My luck, was at an all-time low.
"You'll be moved back to your talan tomorrow. You're intelectual lessons will continue there, and what can be taught without need of physical work will be taught to you in your other areas of study. I don't want you to get too far behind." Haldir stood and nodded a goodbye to myself and Telepcoire.
When he was halfway out the door, it hit me.
"Shit. Haldir! Wait up!" I tried to sit up again in my urgency but Telepcoire pushed me back down.
He turned in the doorway and looked at me.
"There's something that I was supposed to give you. It's...." Where did I put that letter? Dammit, where was the freakin' letter?! Let me think, let me think. Went inside, put hoodie on hook, took off shoes and put them in corner..... "In my room, under the..... left side of my mattress there's a letter adressed to you. I was gonna give it to you personally, but the circumstances have prevailed."
He looked a little confused at this, but just nodded and left.
"A letter? From whom?" my horse teacher asked.
"Aaahhh. Can't say i'm afraid. Noneya business, and frankly none of mine either. I wouldn't ahve known about it if it weren't for I was the messenger." I told him. Haldir may have a bitchy side, but I shouldn't be spreading things about him getting letters from Legolas. Who knows how these people thought.
He studied me for a few seconds and nodded acceptance. "Whatever you say. I'll ask him myself when I get the chance."
Whew! How easily I slip by these things. Maybe my luck was getting slightly better.
"How long am I gonna be out of commission?" I asked him.
"Eight weeks."
I swear that they could hear my scream all the way out to the borders. It certainly felt like it anyway.
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Faulkner: Sorry if this seems short to ya'll, but the infinite powers (i.e. school) didn't really give me much free time. to work with. Science projects, bad weather (bad weather always gets me in a bad mood for writing, no clue why), and my mom hogging the computer were against me. And then my busdrivers switched and the whole world is screwing with me. Oh, yeah, and IT'S REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY FUCKING COLD!!!!
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Pardon my language but I had to get that out. Thank you. And guess what? MY BIRTHDAY IS ON THANKSGIVING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! LOOK AT ME NOW, SUCKAS!!!! Woops, sorry! But i'm E-X-C-I-T-E-D!!!!
Whew. Thanks, just had to get that out. I'm still just a little shaky when I think about it. Thankfully, it was a mild one and the first one he'd had in three years 'cause he forgot his medication this morning. But he's supposed to be back to normal by tomorrow, though he probably won't come to school because of embarassment.
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"Well, Narya. Are you ready to try riding again?"
I looked at Herumor, complacently chewing some oats and staring back at me. I swear, that horse had it in for me.
"Do I hafta?" I whined. I really wasn't looking forward to this. There was a million and one things that I could think of just off the top of my head that were better than this.
"Yes. You need to learn how to ride. Just about every Elf in Lorien knows how to ride!"
"My mum always told me that I shouldn't do something just because someone else did it too." I replied. God, now how did I remember that? That was a loooooong time ago. Surprised I can even remember their faces, let alone what they've said to me....
"Well, your mother isn't here at the moment and I doubt she ever will get here." He frowned down at me. First time I ever saw him frown before. "Now, you will get on that horse, and you WILL learn!" He pointed at Herumor and glared at me. Sighing, I dragged my feet as I walked towards the stallion.
I bet I looked like I was off to the gallows or something. I definitely wasn't looking forward to this. Not one bit. I stood next to him and gulped. I was having one of those cartoon moments where the height was exagerrated and the saddle seemed to be up in the clouds. Yep. My imagination could get the better of me. No, I hadn't taken anything funky earlier.
Appearing out of nowhere, a stable groom approached Telepcoire and whispered in his ear. Then he stepped back and glanced at me and the horse.
Telepcoire sighed and muttered back to the groom beefore turning his attention to me. "I am needed somewhere else. Sonyare will watch over you while i'm gone. When I get back, I want to see you on that horse, ready to ride. I shouldn't be long." And then he started off and disappeared into the stable.
"Joy." I grumbled. I glanced nervously at the strange Elf and briefly wondered if he was safe or not. Ah, well. We were surrounded by Elves, so nothing too bad would happen and go unnoticed. At least, I hoped.
"Well," I sighed, "It's all or nothing." I stuck my foot in the stirrup and hauled myself into the saddle. Thankfully I was the right direction , so I was spared some humiliation.
"Well, that wasn't so bad now, was it Herumor? We'll just sit tight until Telepcoire gets back." I patted his neck and tried to stay as still as possible on his back. The last thing that I needed at the moment was to have another accident like the last one. That hadn't been very fun at all.
I got bored and started picking at my nails. I usually chewed them when I was nervous if I wasn't cracking my knuckles. I heard that cracking your knuckles is supposed to give you arthritis when you're older. Since I heard that, i've tried to stop doing it so much. I'd prefer to be able to use my hands when i'm like, eighty-two or something. I remember when I was really little and still living with my "parents" and we visited my granny. Her knuckles had been all knotted up and her fingers had been curled in. I remember that she could barely open them at all.
That had been kinda freaky. I've never been very comfortable around very old people. They just creeped me out for some odd reason. That was another bad thing about the Institute. Most of the supposed patients had been either middle-aged or old geezers with false teeth and drugged out of their minds on medication. Even though they scared me sort of, I still felt sorry for the poor old farts. Us younger ones could at least take care of ourselves and puke the stuff back up once we could get into a bathroom (unless of course it was an injection, which they almost always used on me since they kept catching me puking the pills back up).
I heard a charp crack and suddenly Herumor just totally flipped out. I was jerked out of my thoughts as he started to frantically buck. I nearly fell off, but tightened my grip on the reins and threaded my fingers in his mane.
Needless to say, I was holding on for dear life.
He jumped, kicked, twisted like the best contortionist and acted like a thing possesed by a demon. He even tried to bite my leg a couple of times, but he missed both times thank God.
Elves started shouting and there were four of them trying to calm him down and possibly lasso him. I wasn't even going to try to stop him, despite the instructions that some of the Elves were yelling at me in poor English. I snorted and thought to myself 'Fuck that!' I was going to survive and to do that, I was going to literally ride this out. It didn't really help matters that I was feeling nauseous.
Faces were swirling and I was going up, down, up, down, quick whirl and twist, up, twist, down again, snap at Elves, up again. Someone get me OFF THIS RIDE!!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!
Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
I lost my grip and was tossed to the ground. I couldn't have been sure since my brains had been thoroughly swished about, but I thought I heard a crunch when I landed and a sickening thud. I saw lots of blond hair before I blacked out.
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It was a headache to end all headaches. A migraine to end all migraines. It was pain, pure and simple, centered right in my head. No matter how soft whoever it was was talking, it made it hurt worse. I would've told them to shut the hell up if I could have mustered up the strength to do it. Frankly, I hurt too much to even speak.
There was one thing I could do though. I opened my eyes (they were watering very slightly but not enough to be taken as crying) and my sight was a bit blurry. I could still make out that I was someplace new.
A blond Elf was whispering to what must have been her assistant and wrapping up something. I think it was my left arm, but couldn't be sure by my position and that everything but my head was numb. She occaisonally glanced at me and I think she took note that I was somewhat awake.
I gently bit my tongue to try to stimulate some spit into my mouth so I could speak. I felt like I was back in the desert of my hometown, running in the heat with no water fountain in sight.
"Aspirin. Tylenol. Morphine. Now." I managed before my mouth dried out again. This was not fun, not one bit. Was I finally dying or something? Nope, not yet something told me.
All this thinking was making my head hurt worse so I tried to stop and just observed. I didn't observe much though because my eyes were starting to hurt too, so I closed them and drifted into a "limbo" if you will. I didn't really think, but didn't really fall asleep either. I was sort of aware of what was going on around me, and yet not really connecting the sounds to anything.
I felt someone touch my cheek so I opened my eyes. The same blond Elf that was helping me was standing there with a cup in her hand. With a simple, "drink" she gently lifted my head up and brought the cup to my lips. Whatever it was tasted good and my headbanging lessened somewhat.
"Worst luck in the world." I muttered so softly I was sure not even she could hear. I think she did hear and understand because I saw the slightest grin lift the corner of perfect lips before I had to close my aching eyes again. And then I started the weird limbo drifting thing.
Or maybe I actually took a short nap because when I opened my eyes again Haldir and Telepcoire were both there, talking softly with the nice lady that had given me the headache medicine. I tried to sit up a bit so I could talk to them properly and used my apparently broken arm. So I groaned and just fell the couple inches back into my nice, soft, warm mattress.
They turned to me and my two favorite Elves decided to visit a bit.
"How are you feeling?" Telepcoire asked anxiously.
"Peachy." I muttered. My mouth was the Sahara still. The nice lady obliging tilted my head up a bit and brought a cup of water to my mouth. I drank the whole thing down and let out a very satisfying 'aaaahhhh'.
"I'm very sorry for what happened. Herumor doesn't react well to loud cracking noises. You could say it's from past childhood experiences." He did look really sorry for what happened.
"I would say no harm no foul, but my arm and head are saying the complete opposite." I replied. He visibly brightened at that. "Now worries, i'm not made out of glass. Though this will hurt like a bitch for awhile. I have a bad feeling that this is going to set me back a whole lot."
Haldir scowled. "Yes. At this rate you'll never learn anything."
"I will too. I just won't be able to do much activity stuff. I can still learn."
"Learning can be vastly overrated." Only guys who thought they were big and bad said stupid crap like that. But then again, this was stick-up-the-ass. He was an arrogant bastard, but an occaisonally lovable one. Hell, he did have a boyfriend after all! Boy, did that sound wrong.....
"Well. Ain't you all that and a bag of chips. Mister tough guy, big man, the godfather of the Godfather. Those were some cool flicks right there......" There I go again, getting off track. Sometimes my brain was faster than my mouth. Like some mental foot wouldn't let off on the gas and never used the brakes until it was too late and ka-BOOM! Crash, disaster, pain, humiliation.....
"What are you talking about? 'All that and a bag of chips'? 'Godfather of the Godfather'?" Score one to Narya, Haldir zero.
"Haven't you ever had potato chips? Eh, no, you wouldn't. Mash potatos that taste like corn beef, chicken like pork chops, but no sour cream and onion potato chips. The next thing you'll be telling me is that you guys don't have peanut butter!" I laughed. These people didn't know what they were missing!
Telepcoire glanced at Haldir and grinned. "I'm not quite sure what you're talking about, but no. We don't have any 'peanut butter'." My jaw literally dropped.
NO PEANUT BUTTER?!?!?! BLASPHEMY!!!
I groaned. "No peanut....? This..... just really sucks at the moment. I hope I never have to have my tonsils removed here, because there won't be any ice-cream to help." I deadpanned. My luck, was at an all-time low.
"You'll be moved back to your talan tomorrow. You're intelectual lessons will continue there, and what can be taught without need of physical work will be taught to you in your other areas of study. I don't want you to get too far behind." Haldir stood and nodded a goodbye to myself and Telepcoire.
When he was halfway out the door, it hit me.
"Shit. Haldir! Wait up!" I tried to sit up again in my urgency but Telepcoire pushed me back down.
He turned in the doorway and looked at me.
"There's something that I was supposed to give you. It's...." Where did I put that letter? Dammit, where was the freakin' letter?! Let me think, let me think. Went inside, put hoodie on hook, took off shoes and put them in corner..... "In my room, under the..... left side of my mattress there's a letter adressed to you. I was gonna give it to you personally, but the circumstances have prevailed."
He looked a little confused at this, but just nodded and left.
"A letter? From whom?" my horse teacher asked.
"Aaahhh. Can't say i'm afraid. Noneya business, and frankly none of mine either. I wouldn't ahve known about it if it weren't for I was the messenger." I told him. Haldir may have a bitchy side, but I shouldn't be spreading things about him getting letters from Legolas. Who knows how these people thought.
He studied me for a few seconds and nodded acceptance. "Whatever you say. I'll ask him myself when I get the chance."
Whew! How easily I slip by these things. Maybe my luck was getting slightly better.
"How long am I gonna be out of commission?" I asked him.
"Eight weeks."
I swear that they could hear my scream all the way out to the borders. It certainly felt like it anyway.
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Faulkner: Sorry if this seems short to ya'll, but the infinite powers (i.e. school) didn't really give me much free time. to work with. Science projects, bad weather (bad weather always gets me in a bad mood for writing, no clue why), and my mom hogging the computer were against me. And then my busdrivers switched and the whole world is screwing with me. Oh, yeah, and IT'S REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY FUCKING COLD!!!!
::ahem::
Pardon my language but I had to get that out. Thank you. And guess what? MY BIRTHDAY IS ON THANKSGIVING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! LOOK AT ME NOW, SUCKAS!!!! Woops, sorry! But i'm E-X-C-I-T-E-D!!!!