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Author's Note: If you have not yet read the first story, I Hate Being Short, read that one first before you continue reading with this one. You probably won't have a clue what's going on if you don't.
Prologue: A New Beginning
Little by little, one travels far. -J. R. R. Tolkien
"Ali, are is your mind even in this classroom? Your mind seems to be a million miles away," Ali's teacher, Mrs. Kent looked down her nose at Ali. Ali snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her English teacher.
"Sorry, Mrs. Kent. I had other thoughts on my mind," Ali said.
"Well, obviously, since you didn't realize that I had asked you to read your answer to number 6," Mrs. Kent said.
Just then, the bell to the end of the period rang. Ali breathed a sigh of relief and quickly gathered her things to go to her next class. Alexandria Wimund, or otherwise known as Ali, couldn't deny that she was different now after being unconscious. When Ali had an accident on her friend's skateboard, Ali had woken up in a place called Middle Earth; a world that J.R.R. Tolkien had written about in his books. She then went on the journey to help save Middle Earth and woke up in the hospital wing at the end of the War of the Ring and had been changed ever since. Ali now owned a horse named Stardust and was learning to ride her, including archery and sword fighting. She also hiked; rock climbing, swimming, canoeing, everything that could be done outdoors and required her courage, strength and everything else. Things Ali never did before her accident. She was also a more serious student and thought more before she spoke.
As Ali opened her locker, Elena, one of Ali's friends, bounded towards her.
"I heard that you zoned out in Mrs. Kent's house. Way to go, Ali! You're really ticked her off," Elena exclaimed, grinning broadly.
"Look, it wasn't how it looked. I was just thinking on other important matters," Ali said, closing her locker door.
"What's that? Ali Wimund has important matters? How shocking," Elena joked.
"Joke all you want, but it's true. I'm not particularly fond of going to Geometry right now," Ali sighed, walking towards her next class.
"Well, don't we all?" Elena said. "But anyways, have you thought about that one English assignment we have to do? I can't believe we have to do it: Pick your favorite character from a book and say why he or she's your favorite and what makes him a good character and a hero in the story."
"Yeah, I've picked one out already. It was a little difficult, but I managed it," Ali said.
"Which character did you pick out?" Elena asked.
"Pippin from the Lord of the Rings," Ali replied as the two of them went into the Geometry classroom.
"Pippin? Why did you pick HIM? He's so lame. I would pick Frodo or maybe Aragorn or Legolas," Elena said.
Ali shot a look at Elena. "What do you have against Pippin? He's got as or if not good role in the books. If he wasn't in there, Faramir would've died."
Elena raised her hands in defense. "Hey, no offense intended. I was just saying what I would pick. I don't know what's in you lately, Ali. You're reading the Lord of the Rings for the millionth time since you woke up a year ago, you're doing all this weird stuff, AND you're acting as if Lord of the Rings exists. Face it, Ali, no matter how much us fans love it and want it to exist, it's never going to."
"Yeah, you're right. I just redefining myself right now, is all," Ali said. "Sorry for bursting out on you."
"Don't worry about it," Elena said.
When she got home from school that day, Ali went into her room and traced a picture that she printed out of Pippin. She missed him so much, but did she actually go to Middle Earth when she got knocked out? 'Maybe it was one of those dreams that goes through your brain when you're unconscious,' Ali said. 'But then again, how could I have dreamt Lord of the Rings so close to the books when I've never read the books before and only vaguely remembering the first movie?'
Ali flopped onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She wished it was all true, but Ali couldn't prove anything. Whatever had happened, it all seemed so real and Ali could remember every detail of waking up in Rivendell, meeting Elrond and the Fellowship, and joining in on a journey of a lifetime, along the way, finding her love. It had to have been real. Ali soon fell asleep on her bed with those thoughts running through her head.
A/n: Well, there's the prologue for all those who wanted me to start a sequel and that I wanted to write. I hope you all liked, considering it took me forever to figure out how to write it. I know the prologue's a little cheesy (here I go again), but I hoped you all like the same. Hope you like enough for me to continue this. Happy reading!
Author's Note: If you have not yet read the first story, I Hate Being Short, read that one first before you continue reading with this one. You probably won't have a clue what's going on if you don't.
Prologue: A New Beginning
Little by little, one travels far. -J. R. R. Tolkien
"Ali, are is your mind even in this classroom? Your mind seems to be a million miles away," Ali's teacher, Mrs. Kent looked down her nose at Ali. Ali snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her English teacher.
"Sorry, Mrs. Kent. I had other thoughts on my mind," Ali said.
"Well, obviously, since you didn't realize that I had asked you to read your answer to number 6," Mrs. Kent said.
Just then, the bell to the end of the period rang. Ali breathed a sigh of relief and quickly gathered her things to go to her next class. Alexandria Wimund, or otherwise known as Ali, couldn't deny that she was different now after being unconscious. When Ali had an accident on her friend's skateboard, Ali had woken up in a place called Middle Earth; a world that J.R.R. Tolkien had written about in his books. She then went on the journey to help save Middle Earth and woke up in the hospital wing at the end of the War of the Ring and had been changed ever since. Ali now owned a horse named Stardust and was learning to ride her, including archery and sword fighting. She also hiked; rock climbing, swimming, canoeing, everything that could be done outdoors and required her courage, strength and everything else. Things Ali never did before her accident. She was also a more serious student and thought more before she spoke.
As Ali opened her locker, Elena, one of Ali's friends, bounded towards her.
"I heard that you zoned out in Mrs. Kent's house. Way to go, Ali! You're really ticked her off," Elena exclaimed, grinning broadly.
"Look, it wasn't how it looked. I was just thinking on other important matters," Ali said, closing her locker door.
"What's that? Ali Wimund has important matters? How shocking," Elena joked.
"Joke all you want, but it's true. I'm not particularly fond of going to Geometry right now," Ali sighed, walking towards her next class.
"Well, don't we all?" Elena said. "But anyways, have you thought about that one English assignment we have to do? I can't believe we have to do it: Pick your favorite character from a book and say why he or she's your favorite and what makes him a good character and a hero in the story."
"Yeah, I've picked one out already. It was a little difficult, but I managed it," Ali said.
"Which character did you pick out?" Elena asked.
"Pippin from the Lord of the Rings," Ali replied as the two of them went into the Geometry classroom.
"Pippin? Why did you pick HIM? He's so lame. I would pick Frodo or maybe Aragorn or Legolas," Elena said.
Ali shot a look at Elena. "What do you have against Pippin? He's got as or if not good role in the books. If he wasn't in there, Faramir would've died."
Elena raised her hands in defense. "Hey, no offense intended. I was just saying what I would pick. I don't know what's in you lately, Ali. You're reading the Lord of the Rings for the millionth time since you woke up a year ago, you're doing all this weird stuff, AND you're acting as if Lord of the Rings exists. Face it, Ali, no matter how much us fans love it and want it to exist, it's never going to."
"Yeah, you're right. I just redefining myself right now, is all," Ali said. "Sorry for bursting out on you."
"Don't worry about it," Elena said.
When she got home from school that day, Ali went into her room and traced a picture that she printed out of Pippin. She missed him so much, but did she actually go to Middle Earth when she got knocked out? 'Maybe it was one of those dreams that goes through your brain when you're unconscious,' Ali said. 'But then again, how could I have dreamt Lord of the Rings so close to the books when I've never read the books before and only vaguely remembering the first movie?'
Ali flopped onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She wished it was all true, but Ali couldn't prove anything. Whatever had happened, it all seemed so real and Ali could remember every detail of waking up in Rivendell, meeting Elrond and the Fellowship, and joining in on a journey of a lifetime, along the way, finding her love. It had to have been real. Ali soon fell asleep on her bed with those thoughts running through her head.
A/n: Well, there's the prologue for all those who wanted me to start a sequel and that I wanted to write. I hope you all liked, considering it took me forever to figure out how to write it. I know the prologue's a little cheesy (here I go again), but I hoped you all like the same. Hope you like enough for me to continue this. Happy reading!