A/N- Sorry for the amount of time this took, but I hope you all like it :-D

Meanwhile, while Gary was being duck taped and stuffed into the school attic, Freda and Samantha were passing though the outer reaches of the seventh grade hall.

Samantha looked around, seeing nothing but rows of lockers around her. "Freda?" she called, when she didn't hear a reply, she started to panic. "OMG where are you!?!" she shouted.

"Just over here," Freda emerged from around a slight bend further down the hall. "Are you okay," she asked her friend, a little concerned, "You've been kind of jumpy all morning."

"I'm fine...it's just something Gary said," Samantha muttered.

"What did he say?"

"Don't lose her, Samantha...or else." She paused, and then added, "And I don't mean to."

Freda laughed and rolled her eyes, thinking of their mentor. "Come on, we're still in the seventh grade hall," she said. "What could possibly happen?"

"ATTACK!!!" Two forms ran up from behind and plowed directly into Freda and Samantha, knocking them over and pinning them securely.

"Hey Mark," Samantha heard a familiar voice exclaim while on top of her, "It's just Freda and Samantha." Paul stood up, and Samantha picked herself off the floor, dusting herself off.

Meanwhile, Freda flipped over to glare at Mark, who was grinning. "Heh heh, sorry Freda," he said.

"Get off her," Samantha muttered, pulling him off. "Hey, you ok?" she asked.

"Yeah fine," she replied. "Ok," she said, raising an eyebrow at her cousins, "I've seen those grins before. What did you two do this time?"

Samantha tried unsuccessfully to cover a snort.

"Do...uh...we...why would you think we'd do anything?" Paul stuttered.

"Here, take these," Mark said, shoving a handful of pens and pencils into Samantha's hands.

She rolled her eyes, handing them back to Mark. "You guys broke into Mike's locker again didn't you?"

As if to confirm that, a voice shouted from down the hall, "LITTLE SEVIES!!! STAY OUT OF MY LOCKER!!!"

Eyeing each other, both Mark and Paul's eyes widened simultaneously. "Run for it, Freda," Mark shouted, shoving his cousin in front of him. She hesitated for just a split second, then spun around and dashed down the hallways. "C'mon, Samantha," she exclaimed. Mark and Paul were close behind her.

Samantha stayed frozen for just a second longer, and then dropping the pens and pencils, she leaped over them and sprinted down the hallway after her friends. Catching up to them, she and Freda looked at each other, rolling their eyes.

"What's his problem," Mark muttered. "It was only a couple of pencils."

"And those gel pens we took last Wednesday," Paul added, then on an after thought, "And that expensive calculator we 'borrowed' for the math test last Friday."

"Paul!" Mark exclaimed, a little irritably, "My point is he's totally overreacting." His eyes widened to twice their normal size. "Ahhhh!!! Look out! Stairs," he screamed, skidding to a stop just before the first step.

Paul and Freda both managed to stop in time, but Samantha plowed into all three of them, sending the four seventh graders over the edge."

"Binders out," Freda shouted, whipping out her binder and using it to slide down the steps.

"Good idea," the rest of them did the same, and they landed safely at the bottom step.

"Well that was close," Paul remarked.

"Owww..."Mark groaned, "I think I've broken something." He pulled out a broken pencil from his pocket. "Oh well," he said casually, "at least it wasn't mechanical."

"Lesson of the day," Samantha said cynically, "never trust Freda's crazy cousins."

"Hey, that was just a shortcut," Paul said defensively.

"Oh really," she shot back, "To what?"

"To the...VENDING MACHINE!!!" Paul exclaimed, and Mark, Samantha and him dashed over to the machine, beginning to stuff their quarters in and pushing buttons.

"Hey I saw it first"

"Well I got here first"

"Move over, both of you"

"Smooth Paul, you jammed it"

'Did not!!!"

Freda had been heading over to the vending machine, but suddenly, a sense of cold uneasiness came over her. Turning around slowly, she narrowed her eyes, noticing how unusually quiet the halls were during 10 minute break...and around the vending machine too. Her eyes widened with shock and fear as she saw who was at the end of the hallway, and she whirled around.

"Get out of the halls," she hissed urgently at her friends, "Now."

All four of them did a mad scramble, running under the stairwell, and squeezing together, hiding and staying as silent as possible.

The football player came closer and closer, the ground vibrating slightly from the weight of his footsteps. Freda felt gooseflesh spreading down her arms, and dimly aware that her breath was coming out in short frightened gasps, began fingering the pen in her pocket. Slowly, her fingers closed around it, and she began going into a trance-like state.

Samantha looked over, and nudged her friend. Freda snapped out of it. To her left, Mark moved silently. Grabbing his half-empty bag of Doritos, Mark threw it as far as he could in the opposite direction. Of course, just like any other football player who could never resist the tantalizing Doritos chips, he chased after the bag, disappearing down the hall.

Climbing out of the stairwell, Paul looked nervously down the empty hallway. "What was that all about?"

"That football player was looking for something...or someone." He looked over at Freda, "Seriously Freda, are you ok? What's going on?"

Freda gulped. "I've got to leave the band room. Samantha and I have to get to the cafeteria."

Mark nodded. "Shortcut through the backdoor, janitor's closet. Come on!" He began running towards the exit sign.

Wordlessly, the three other seventh graders followed his example. Behind a row of lockers, one of the football players heard them, and came out, beginning to pursue the seventh graders ruthlessly.

"RUN!!!" Mark shouted, putting on an extra burst of speed. He flew through the back door, Samantha and Paul came though just seconds later.

Freda had been right up there with them, but she stumbled over the flaired edge of her jeans, slowing down a little and almost losing her balance.

"Freda!!!" Samantha shrieked, "RUN!!!"

Without even looking, Freda knew the football player was only a few feet behind her. Putting on a final spurt of speed, she flew the last few yards, doing a spectacular leap though the door.

Mark promptly slammed the door, locked it, and duct-taped it shut with the last of Mike's duct-tape.

"Good one," Paul commented on Freda's jump.

"Thanks," she replied. "How far to the lunch room?"

"Next door to the left. Come on!!!"

REVIEW REPLIES

Sagebrush Oakjak- Thanks!!! I'm glad to have a Christian friend like you on the site

Princess of Mirkwood130- lol I'm glad you like the football players as ringwraiths. I hope you get less busy, but with school and band and all...well I know what its like.

IrethAncalime3791- Glad you like it. Thanks for the review :D

Alania- Thanks, I'm glad you liked my chatrooms/palantiri comparison. I think it came from that whole lecture on web safety we had at school just after I had watched FOTR the night before.

The-burglar- ouch...you had to bite your finger? Btw I'm always in the library too, but I'm bad and I just laugh, just not that loud. I heard about the Faramir thing on a Faramir/Eowyn message board, and I've also heard the Bilbo thing too...hmm... Anyways, about the button-activated doors...our school (public) has some of them, but they're always broken. That was a slight stretch in imagination, just to make the story line fit.

Sagebrush Oakjak- That's AWESOME that your school's starting a small band. I know how it's like with time, I wanted to join jazz band so bad, but I couldn't fit it into my schedule. If you join...it's up to you what to play. Personally, I'd want you to try flute, but you know me. I'm biased :D

The Daughter of the Night-Thanks...I'll work on my spelling...thanks for pointing that out

FoolishlyBraveDarkStar-lol thanks!!! Yes I had fun changing the script, glad to see you get my weird sense of humor

FoolishlyBraveDarkStar- Thanks!!! I'll continue it...don't worry.

Anna Akiko Stevens- HI ANNA!!! I want to start a huge long conversation with you but there's no point since we could just pass notes in math class. I'm sooo depressed that our four day weekend is over, and we have to go back to school again. Anyways, we can talk over the school email now, so see you at school tomorrow.

Notdapunkprincrss- ;-D thanks

Hotdogfish- thanks for the compliment...I'll update as fast as possible