Worthy of an Afterschool Special
Disclaimer: Different disclaimers = fun!! Well, Six is my character, Long Island belongs to New York, which belongs to America, which belongs to the World, which belongs the universe, which belongs to Mr. Creator of the Universe. All of the lovely Lord of the Rings characters do not belong to me, fortunately, and belong to Mr. Tolkien. Ok, ok, I know I'm killin' you. So, on with the story!
I didn't even think about grabbing my coat, or anything. I mean, it was early October. It wasn't that cold. Anyway, we left the house, and after about the first 200 million gazillion stares we received, I realized that it would've been smart if we had disguises. But it's not as if I had disguises for 9 guys, ranging from 3'6 to 6'3. If anyone asked, we were a traveling acting troupe. Or something like that.
"Gandalf, do you, like...have any clue where this thing is?" I asked. Gandalf, nodded. "It is a difficult task to sense the staff in this world of yours, but I can sense a little but of it of it in that direction." He pointed at a building not-too-far in the distance, and we trotted along down the sidewalk.
It was my school, of course. Kerry Korner High School (Who the hell thought of that name, anyway?). "That's my stupid school." I muttered. "I don't think anyone is the-" Suddenly I remembered something. The drama club was putting on a play. "Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh CRAP!" I said, remembering the performance that they were putting on. Of course, they were putting on the first few chapters of The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Mr. Dramaguy (I could never remember that guys name.) wanted to do something a little 'different' and 'difficult'. They couldn't do the WHOLE book, cause then the audience would be sitting there for a few weeks and stuff, but y'know, they chose some chapters.
The cast was already getting ready cause the show started at 6:00, and it was already 5:40 (How did time fly?!) I noticed, as I looked at my watch. It would take another 10 minutes to get to my school. "We gotta hurry! C'mon!" I said, but 10 people, all of them dressed funny (I have a weird fashion sense.) running down the street... That would look a bit...too suspicious.
They picked up their pace a bit, and we went along. I decided to tell them about the play. I didn't tell them that it was a play about THEIR lives, and all, cause that would be a bit creepy for them. So I decided to just tell them that a play was going on. "A play?" Frodo asked. "Yeah, and there are gonna be a bunch of people in it, and a bunch of people watching it." I said. I noticed the truckloads of people flocking into my school as we got closer.
They was an emergency exit on the side, one that we would have to take. We arrived, at around 5:50 (give or take a few minutes). I led us over to the side of the building, looking as inconspicuous as possible. "Ok," I began, as I pushed against the side of the door. It wouldn't budge. "It's locked!" I said. Everyone sighed.
"I guess we'll have to go through the basement." I said, as I looked around for the basement window. It would only fit one of us at a time, even the hobbits, cause it was just that small.
Aragorn went first, then Boromir, then the hobbits, then Gandalf, and then Gimli, and then Legolas and finally me. The basement was covered in all sorts of crap, and it hadn't been used for years. This is where they kept all of the cruddy old drama costumes. We made our way out of the basement, into a hallway.
"I can feel it." Gandalf said, as I led us down and peered into the auditorium through the windows on the doors. There was some kid from my Math class being Gandalf, talking to some kid who was kneeling on his knees. Supposedly Frodo. Gandalf-kid was holding a staff. A very authentic looking staff. "Gandalf, is that your staff?" I asked. Gandalf squinted at the staff. "It seems that way. But I can sense it everywhere around me."
"Ms.Oleander, I presume you have a good reason to be here?" I spun around, and there was my principal. "Oh crap." I muttered. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh CRAP."
Chapter three........coming to a fanfiction.net near you!
A/N: Rawr. Flames are bad! Reviews are good! So please review! :3 To tell you the truth, I don't really like constructive criticism either, cause sometimes they tell me a part of my story I really liked wasn't 'as interesting' as I had thought and that I should have added blabalhabalh. It's kinda annoying, although helpful. But still really annoying. AND PUT- DOWNY so there. Ok, this is too long. See ya! :3
Disclaimer: Different disclaimers = fun!! Well, Six is my character, Long Island belongs to New York, which belongs to America, which belongs to the World, which belongs the universe, which belongs to Mr. Creator of the Universe. All of the lovely Lord of the Rings characters do not belong to me, fortunately, and belong to Mr. Tolkien. Ok, ok, I know I'm killin' you. So, on with the story!
I didn't even think about grabbing my coat, or anything. I mean, it was early October. It wasn't that cold. Anyway, we left the house, and after about the first 200 million gazillion stares we received, I realized that it would've been smart if we had disguises. But it's not as if I had disguises for 9 guys, ranging from 3'6 to 6'3. If anyone asked, we were a traveling acting troupe. Or something like that.
"Gandalf, do you, like...have any clue where this thing is?" I asked. Gandalf, nodded. "It is a difficult task to sense the staff in this world of yours, but I can sense a little but of it of it in that direction." He pointed at a building not-too-far in the distance, and we trotted along down the sidewalk.
It was my school, of course. Kerry Korner High School (Who the hell thought of that name, anyway?). "That's my stupid school." I muttered. "I don't think anyone is the-" Suddenly I remembered something. The drama club was putting on a play. "Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh CRAP!" I said, remembering the performance that they were putting on. Of course, they were putting on the first few chapters of The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Mr. Dramaguy (I could never remember that guys name.) wanted to do something a little 'different' and 'difficult'. They couldn't do the WHOLE book, cause then the audience would be sitting there for a few weeks and stuff, but y'know, they chose some chapters.
The cast was already getting ready cause the show started at 6:00, and it was already 5:40 (How did time fly?!) I noticed, as I looked at my watch. It would take another 10 minutes to get to my school. "We gotta hurry! C'mon!" I said, but 10 people, all of them dressed funny (I have a weird fashion sense.) running down the street... That would look a bit...too suspicious.
They picked up their pace a bit, and we went along. I decided to tell them about the play. I didn't tell them that it was a play about THEIR lives, and all, cause that would be a bit creepy for them. So I decided to just tell them that a play was going on. "A play?" Frodo asked. "Yeah, and there are gonna be a bunch of people in it, and a bunch of people watching it." I said. I noticed the truckloads of people flocking into my school as we got closer.
They was an emergency exit on the side, one that we would have to take. We arrived, at around 5:50 (give or take a few minutes). I led us over to the side of the building, looking as inconspicuous as possible. "Ok," I began, as I pushed against the side of the door. It wouldn't budge. "It's locked!" I said. Everyone sighed.
"I guess we'll have to go through the basement." I said, as I looked around for the basement window. It would only fit one of us at a time, even the hobbits, cause it was just that small.
Aragorn went first, then Boromir, then the hobbits, then Gandalf, and then Gimli, and then Legolas and finally me. The basement was covered in all sorts of crap, and it hadn't been used for years. This is where they kept all of the cruddy old drama costumes. We made our way out of the basement, into a hallway.
"I can feel it." Gandalf said, as I led us down and peered into the auditorium through the windows on the doors. There was some kid from my Math class being Gandalf, talking to some kid who was kneeling on his knees. Supposedly Frodo. Gandalf-kid was holding a staff. A very authentic looking staff. "Gandalf, is that your staff?" I asked. Gandalf squinted at the staff. "It seems that way. But I can sense it everywhere around me."
"Ms.Oleander, I presume you have a good reason to be here?" I spun around, and there was my principal. "Oh crap." I muttered. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh CRAP."
Chapter three........coming to a fanfiction.net near you!
A/N: Rawr. Flames are bad! Reviews are good! So please review! :3 To tell you the truth, I don't really like constructive criticism either, cause sometimes they tell me a part of my story I really liked wasn't 'as interesting' as I had thought and that I should have added blabalhabalh. It's kinda annoying, although helpful. But still really annoying. AND PUT- DOWNY so there. Ok, this is too long. See ya! :3