As he walked down the hall next to Merry, Sam, and Frodo, Pippin couldn't help but feel the slightest bit annoyed. After all, Merry had been sitting right next to him! How hard could it be to lean over and tap somebody on their shoulder, maybe say something along the lines of, ' wake up' ?
He turned to face Merry, deciding that he wanted to confront him.
"Why didn't you wake me up?!", he asked, waving his hands in the air, "Mr.Sauroman yelled at me because you didn't wake me up!"
Pippin felt his anger rising, it was that idiot's fault that he had been publically embarrased in the first place!
"Relax. I would have, I swear!", his friend said innocently.
Pippin just rolled his eyes and ignored Merry.
He took out his agenda, a small yellow book that served as his hall pass and class schedule, to see what class he had for third period. Ah, Science class. Science was his second best subject, and he had been looking to taking advanced biology for a while now.
"What class have you got next?", he asked Sam, still not feeling that happy with Merry and wanting to make it obvious.
"Math.", Sam said unhappily with a sigh, "I hate math. You?"
"I've got science.", He told Sam.
"What about you, Frodo?", he asked the other hobbit, hoping that they shared science class.
"Science.", Frodo said to him.
Yes!, he thought, At least I'll have someone to talk to!
Merry looked away, he had obviously gotten Pippin's cue that he was angry with him.
Pippin, Frodo, and Merry waved goodbye to Sam as they walked into the science class with their books. Pippin took a moment to take in his surroundings. There were black tables with plastic chairs pulled up to them, two chairs to a table. In the front of the room there was a dry erase board and a big black table with a lot of papers on it. In the back of the room there was a faux granite counter with a pressure sink and a basket that said, "warm-ups" above it. He waited for a few seconds to see if the teacher was going to tell him where to sit, and then sat down at a table next to Frodo.
The teacher walked up to the board. He was a rather old looking hobbit with an old coat and gray hair.
"Hello, class. My name is Mr.Baggins, and I will be your science teacher.", he told them.
Frodo slouched in his seat, obviously embarrased. Pippin could sympathize, to a degree. It WOULD be rather embarrasing to have a realative or even somebody with the same last name a yours teaching a class, especially one that you were in. He also realized what this could potentially do to Frodo's reputation when word got out that the hobbit was related to his science teacher. Pippin hoped that Mr.Baggins was nice, more for Frodo's sake than he did his own.
"Now, I already have a seating chart, but first we are going to call role. When I call your name, you will raise your had and I will point to where I want you to sit."
Pippin looked around the room t see how many people were there. He made a quick guess of about twenty, and then turned back to look at the teacher.
"Pippin Took?", he called.
"Here.", Pippin said,raising his hand. Mr Baggins pointed to a spot near the back of the room.
Pippin gathered his books and walked back to the desk. It would be easier to do things he wasn't supposed to and not get caught back here, he realized with a grin. He noticed Frodo and a few other students look at him enviously out of the corner of his eye.
"Boromir?", he asked.
"Here.", said a human with sandy colored hair.
"You will sit over there, under the T.V.", Mr.Baggins told him.
"Under the TV? What if it falls? It will kill me!", he said, a cocky smile on his face.
"Exactly!", an elf said, laughing, "I think that's why he put you under the T.V, Boromir!"
"Oh you shut up.", he muttered as he moved.
The teacher looked up at the clock, before saying, "Lunchtime. Go ahead and line up. Does anybody not know their lunch number?"
The students all lined up, and Frodo joined hjim at the near back of the line.
They walked down the hall to the lunchroom, where they got their trays and put the revolting 'food' onto them. As they went to sit down, he couldn't help but notice that it was glowing. Oh well, it was probablly just his imagination, but still...
He sat down at the lunch table with the card that said Baggins on it, and Frdo and Sam followed. Merry went of to sit with some dwarves he had been speaking to earlier.
Boromir sat down across from him, setting down his tray with a thud.
"Ello, the name's Boromir.", he said to him.
"Pippin.", he said, shakling his hand.
Why was this dude being so nice to him?, he wondered, Oh well, he was just being nice, no worries. Anyways, yay, as in, somebody had sat across from him on his own will.
"Nice to meet ya.", he said.
"This is Sam, and this is Frodo.", he told Boromir.
"Nice to meet you guys.", the human said.
He noticed with shock that Sam had, in the short time that they had been at the table, eaten all of his food and drank all of his juice.
Sam now had the juice bottle suctioned onto his cheek.
"Holy crap!", Boromir exclaimed, "Look at what he's doing!".
Sam nodded and smiled.
"Ew.," a girl at another table said.
"That's disgusting!", Frodo said.
"That's a gift!", Boromir exclaimed.
They all stared at him. Yes, this dude was rather odd...
Okay, that chapter is over. Sorry if some characters are a bit out of character. Please review, all, as this is my first try at doing something along thoise lines.