So you think it's a Mary Sue. Do I care? No. Anyway, thanks for reviewing, even if you don't like it. But don't you think 126 "vile Mary Sue!"s is a little excessive? 50 probably would've done the job.
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Chapter 3
Bretta tiptoed quietly out of the room as Ainsley rocketed around the room, throwing everything she could find at the wall. "I CANNOT BE STUCK HERE! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE I'M STUCK WITH A BUNCH OF ROLE PLAY FREAKS! IT'S NOT FAIR! MY LANDLADY...my landlady can't kill me!" She stopped wailing for a moment. Then she started again. "BUT THAT MEANS I WON'T SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN! I WON'T BE ABLE TO LIVE IN MY APART...wait- I can get a puppy! AAAAAAH! THIS IS SO STUPID!"
From out side it sounded to Bretta that Ainsley was banging her head against the wall. A crash announced that the lamp had met its end. She winced.
Ainsley stopped destroying everything and threw herself onto the bed, sobbing.
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"What did you say?" asked Eowyn in amazement. The sobbing was growing quieter. Bretta shrugged helplessly. "She was talking about fairs and masquerades. I did what I could."
"Of course you did," said Eowyn to the younger girl. "You can go home, I'll take care of her." Bretta courtesied and thanked her. She nodded distractedly and glanced toward the room. The sobbing had stopped. She deemed it safe to approach and quietly opened the door.
Ainsley heard her but didn't remove her face from the pillow. "Have you ever been cut off from everything you've ever known?" she said in a muffled tone.
"Both my parents died when I was eight," said Eowyn softly. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but you are acting very strange-"
Her words were cut off as Ainsley balled up her wet clothes and threw them at her. Eowyn barely ducked in time.
Ainsley was horrified. Then she burst out laughing. After a moment, Eowyn did too.
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Mrs. McDiarmid slammed down the phone. "Come on Ainsley, pick up the stupid phone!" Turning to her husband, she sighed. "I can't get a hold of her. She won't pick up her cellphone, her home phone, her friends haven't seen her, and her landlady hasn't seen her!"
"Do you think it's time to call the police?" asked Mr. McDiarmid quietly. She sighed, and ran a hand through her salt and pepper hair. "Maybe. Let's give her another day."
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"Are you hungry?" asked Eowyn. Ainsley grinned sheepishly. "Did you hear my stomach gurgle or what?"
"Oh no, not at all, it's only been gurgling all the time we were talking," laughed Eowyn. She got off the bed, and guided Ainsley to the kitchen. Eomer and some of his friends were talking at the table. When he saw Ainsley he scowled darkly. She pointedly ignored him.
"Eomer, I told you not to drink beer on this tablecloth," scolded Eowyn. She yanked it out from under the offending cups and threw it in a bucket. Eomer rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. Eowyn pulled out a loaf of bread and a knife, and began to slice it. Ainsley took to slices and bit into them. They were a bit stale, but sweet.
After they had finished, Eowyn took Ainsley site-seeing. It all seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. As Eowyn took her into the Golden Hall, something hit her.
"It's not possible... how could that happen? I only watched it for the action... I read the books eight years ago... I'm not totally obsessed..." she whispered. She looked around again, screamed at the top of her lungs, and fainted.
Eowyn knelt and took her pulse. She was fine, but what on earth had happened? She ran off to find her uncle.
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Ainsley woke up in an odd room, filled with fancy silver engravings of horses. She sat up in the silk-covered bed, and looked around. Eowyn was sitting on a hassock, embroidering something. "Are you feeling alright now?" she asked. Ainsley nodded somewhat numbly. "You know what? I've figured out why everthing is so... old. Why you seem familiar. Why I feel that something is... not good somewhere not too far away." Eowyn cocked her head to one side. "Old? Old-fashioned, you mean? We are not by any means behind our times. But as for what you say about something not good, that's true."
"Well you know why? BECAUSE I'VE SEEN THIS ALL IN A FREAKIN' MOVIE!" Ainsley shrieked. "None of you are supposed to exist! Middle Earth is a fantasy world! I'm fantasy now! My family, friends, life, was all on that other world! Instead of Middle Earth, now it's the fantasy world!"