Worthy of an Afterschool Special

Disclaimer: Hello! This is the thiiirdd chapter of WoaAS (XDD) and I only own Six, and some other people that appear at her school (and no, it's not a real school in Long Island). Everyone else either belongs to Mr. Tolkien or God. XDD

"Uhh....Hi." I said, my mind racing. How would I explain the entire Fellowship of the Ring standing right next to me?

"Who are these people?" Mr. Kerry asked. "Uhh...," I had to think. Think like I've never thunk (I wonder if that's a word?) before! "This is my family. Very, very big Lord of the Rings fanatics." I said. I pointed to Gandalf, "That's my Grandpa," and I pointed to the hobbits, "And thos're my younger cousins," and I pointed to Aragorn and Boromir, "Those are my Uncles," and I pointed to Legolas, "...and..that's..my brother." It was a good thing Gimli was standing behind Gandalf or I'd have to give him a place in the family. And I don't think there was any room left.

"Oh...kaaay." Mr. Kerry said, kinda weirded out. "I hope...you...enjoy the performance." He walked away. I guess he was in shock, since the only times we ever spoken (which was quite frequent, actually) was because I had done something wrong (like that time I clogged up the bathroom with the cheerleading squad's pom-poms. God, that was funny.) He wasn't used to me being...well-behaved (if you'll call it that).

I turned around, and looked through the window again. Gandalf-kid...staff...alright. "Let's get the staff." I said. Gandalf nodded. He pushed open the auditorium doors and we walked down the long aisle to the stage. The people on stage didn't seem to notice, but the audience was staring at us. Pretty surprised.

I noticed the security guards and the princpal, running towards us from the emergency exit. "Let's go!" I cried, running to the stage with Gandalf. We jumped up to the stage, the audience (might I add the place was PACKED) gasped and some just stared at us, bewildered. The security guards were in spitting distance (fast runners) and I thought I wouldn't be able to lunge forward, as I had, and grab the staff. Luckily, just as the security guard was about to grab me, and hual me away, Boromir suddenly blew the horn of Gondor (I almost fogort about that thing)! The security guards stopped dead in their tracks, and stared at Boromir and his lovely Horn of Gondor.

When I lunged at the staff, I wound up pushing the Gandalf-kid really hard and he went flying into the background, and he tore it down. The other characters and stage-people and the Drama guy were standing behind it, actually, and that wasn't too good to be exposed like that. I handed the staff to Gandalf, and he began to speak in a strange language. He finished the spell, and trust his staff towards the big lights on the ceiling.

Nothing happened. "Oh no.." I mumbled, realizing that the staff was only a stage prop. And nothing more. But a pretty good stage porp, considering it even fooled Gandalf (I guess he's not as special as he is in Middle Earth when he's here).

Gandalf dropped the stage prop, and the room went silent. The horn had stopped echoing, the audience had stopped gasping and shouting and the stage people stopped screaming. And Gandalf-kid had stopped crying, of course.

The security guards just stared, and the Principal just blinked. This was, in fact, the most embarassing moment of my life. Not to mention to most inexplicable. How would I explain this?!

Also we were almost out of time...so if it wasn't on stage, where the hell was it? I looked at Gandalf. And he looked at me. "Let us fly." He said, and we ran down the aisle and into the hallway. I noticed, through the silent run of ours, tht Gandalf-kid was sobbing again. A confused whisper had fell over the audience.

"Do you have ANY idea where it is?" I asked as, we ran. Gandalf closed his eyes, and I hoped he wouldn't run into a wall or anything. I could hear Frodo and Sam mumbling about this whole event, and Pippin and Merry nervously wondering if they'd ever go home.

Legolas turned his head. "That man and his assistants are coming." He said. "What man?" I asked, confusedly. "The one in the...distasteful.. clothing." He replied. Oh crap. Mr. Kerry and the security guards. It wasn't as if things weren't already ruined. As long as I could get away with it...but no. If Mr. Kerry caught me, I'd be dragged off, Gandalf wouldn't be able to go home, and things would get so ruined you wouldn't believe it. The Lord of the Rings would change, too. Without the Fellowship, there would be pretty much no story. And Middle Earth would die...and stuff.

Gandalf opened his eyes and said, "It is calling to me!" I just blinked in return. "The staff?" I asked. He nodded. "Why wasn't it calling to you BEFORE we got onto the stage?" I asked, annoyedly. When we got that staff, I swear, I would stomp on it to death. A lot.

"I didn't hear it because I had not been listening." Gandalf said. I wanted to do one of those anime falls...like the ones in Sailor Moon or something like when someone says something stupid or obvious or whatever and another character falls over.

"Well, where is it?!" I asked, as the hallway grew silent, only the patter of feet on the tile. It was a good thing those security guards were really fat and slow. "On the 3rd floor of the closet, it tells." Gandalf said.

We climbed up two flights of stairs, until we reached the 3rd floor. "Ok, if you see a closet, tell me." I said. Of course I spotted the JANITORS closet first. I pulled the door open and gasped in awe. The normally dark and smelly (it was still smelly, though) closet was now full of white light. Gandalf pushed past me gracefully, and picked up the staff. It was already 6:39. "We gotta go!"

The window at the end of the hallway was our only escape. We didn't have much time at all. "We gotta jump out the window!" I said, pointing towards it. Aragorn nodded in agreement. "If we return to the previous floor, we will be captured." He said.

I ran over to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "It's locked." I said. Gimli took his axe and smashed the window open. "...thanks." I said, nimbly avoiding the pointiness of that axe he held. Suddenly, the door to the staircase opened, and the security guards appeared, followed by Mr. Kerry. "OH CRAP!" I said, ushering the fellowship out the window. Most of them basically got shoved out the window, luckly landing in the soft grass below. Only Sam and I remained. The guards heaved towards us, which they had been for the past minute or so (Yay for slowness!).

"GET BACK HERE, YOU WHIPPERNSNAPPERS!!" The guards called, heaving with asthmatic wheezing. I quickly grabbed Sam and tossed him over like a little tater-tot.I watched him to make sure he was safe, and didn't, like...explode or something.

Suddenly, a large hand landed on my shoulder. And two other hands help my hands behind my back and snapped handcuffs around my wrists. Stupid security guards.

"...Oh shit."

A/N: Yes. I decided to squeeze OOOONEEE more chapter. Too much is going here. More added plot FUN! See you next time! (revviieewww. I'll kiss you if you review...No flames. Or I slap you!)