The next morning, Pippin awoke with a sigh as he realized that he would have to take his pretests today, at least in some of his subjects. He stretched and put on his clothes, and then he went to the bathroom to brush his hair and brush his teeth. Not to mention, the first day of soccer practice was today! He went to the table and got a granla bar, which he began to gnaw at, seeing as it was rock-hard. His mother was in the kitchen, cleaning some dishes peacefully. Ah, how he wished he was an adult some of these days. Then again, who didn't?

"Pippin, time to go to the car.", she said as she grabbed her coat from the coat rack, pulling it on. He nodded and grabbed his bookbag, and then he followed her out the door and to the car. As they headed up the driveway, a thought occured to him: What about his nine weeks tests? He knew that he would fail them with PC as a teacher, but what bout the other tests? And it was more pressing now, too, because the tests now made up twenty percent of your final grade, which was a lot these days.

The car stopped and Pippin hopped out, waving to his mother as he headed for the bus stop. Minutes later the bus came by and picked him up, and he climbed on and sat down next to Frodo. Today Frodo's music was so loud that he could hear 'In the air' for the whole bus ride, even though Frodo had both of his earbuds slammed farther into his ears than Pippin thought was physically possible.

When the bus stopped, Pippin felt a surge of releif come over him. Five more minutes of some of the stuff Frodo had been listening to while he texted and Pippin feared he might become perverted for life. He wondered why Frodo wasn't perverted after listening to all of the stuff he did while he walked down the bus port, and his train of thought was interrupted by Merry.

"I heard ya have soccer practice for the first time today, huh?", Merry asked him, giving him a reassuring pat on the back, "You're gonna be the best goalie they ever did have, Pippin."

Pippin felt a warm feeling surge through him as Merry said this, it meant a lot to him to have his friend's approval. The tw began to walk down to Mr.Gandalf's class side by side, and they opened the door and walked in, sitting down in their normal spots.

"Alright, class, today we are going to be talking about a fundraiser.", Mr.Gandalf said, looking across the room, "We're going to be selling magazines to raise money for a better cafeteria."

Boromir immediately raised his hand, and Mr.Gandalf sighed before putting his hand to his forehead. Pippin had a feeling that it was going to be something so ridiculously stupid that it might kill them all, but oh well. That was who Boromir was, a person meant to make others laugh.

"Yes, Boromir?", Mr.Gandlaf said dully, obviously expecting a stupid remark. What wasn't expected, however, was that Boromir got up out of his seat, walked to the front of the room, faced Mr.Gandalf, got on his knees and cupped his hands above his head and said, with the fakest British accent Pippin had ever heard in his entire life, "Pleae sir, may I have some more?"

The whole class exploded into laughter, and Mr.Gandalf looked surprised and stunned by Boromir's behaviour at the same time. Pippin was laughing to tears, as that had certainly made his day, even though he had just gotten here. Merry was panting after laughing so hard as the class begain to regain its composure, and Boromir went back to his seat.

"Well then.", Gandalf said, continuing what he was saying as if nothing had happened, "We will be selling magazines. Any magazine you can think of willl be in this index in the ba--"

"What about Playboy magazine?", a kid asked. They all started laughing, and Mr.Gandalf slapped his forehead as the bell began to ring.

"Dude, THAT was funny!", MErry said as they went to history class, "Yeah. I'd love to see Boromir pull something like that in history!"

"Oh yeah.", Pippin said, trying to picture what would happen as he opened the wooden door to Mr.Saruman's class, "That would be hilarious."

Short , I know... :(