25This is like some sort of epidemic going around,except it's only affecting me…so that's not much of an epidemic,now is it...anyway,if you have no idea what I'm talking about,I'm basically saying that my old works are really bothering me and I feel that it's necessary to rewrite them.i've already finished rewriting one story,now I'm tackling this one. With any hope, the finished product will be more satisfactory (to me and to you) than what I started with.
Warnings: there will be slash,violence,and language throughout
Pairing: AragornxLegolas
Summary: I'm a girl in high school who's trying to pass her classes when I suddenly get knocked into a coma. While in my death-like state,I find myself on the continent of Middle Earth and meet Aragorn,Legolas,and Gimli,currently set in the second movie.i use my knowledge of the LOTR trilogy to help them through the Battle of Helms Deep,but is it enough to save them?or will I just mess up the future?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Ring trilogy books/movies.i don't own the characters or rights to sell merchandise,which is sad...
Copyrights:I DO own this story…except the characters, which belonging to J.R.R. Tolkien. But I own this story, and as such,stealing is a no-no. In fact…
"Into Middle Earth" © My Life Craves Pirates 2007-2009
Into Middle Earth
by My Life Craves Pirates
Chapter 1:typical day
I don't exactly consider myself to be a normal girl. I'm not like those girls in the TV commercials or on the backs of manga books who claim that the main protagonist is a "normal girl whom stuff happens to blah blah blah kissy romance blah." Nah, the only kiss I've gotten was from a guy three years older than me, whom I'd never met before (1). No, I'm definitely not normal. And I'd thank god for that, if I weren't such a blasphemous nihilist. And frankly, I don't exactly want weird crap happening to me. I have enough to deal with as it is. My biology grade is currently suffering with a B-, and I'm struggling to get it up to a B or something like that so I can get into physics honors next year. All my other classes are great though, I've got A's in those. Damn biology. Maybe I should start listening to the teacher more often.
And then there's band. I'm in my school's marching band (which kicks ass), and I must say, as wonderful as that is, it has pretty much consumed my life. I've had so many rehearsals and competitions and football games lately, and my director works us so hard that I don't even know how I've been able to survive these past few months. The worst that's happened to me so far is that my hair's been falling out.
The only thing in my life that I consider to be normal would be going to school. I'm a sophomore in high school, and thankful to be so. Now I don't get picked on for being a freshman anymore, though I do still worry about being pummeled by upperclassmen. Maybe even hit on by upperclassmen. No biggie. If they try to make indecent advances on me, I can always do something like beat them across the head with my baritone or saxophone if I happen to have them with me at the time. That's probably unlikely to happen, so I'll just beat them on the head with my textbook, and depending on what class they're for, they can be quite heavy.
I walked out of my morning band class, slinging my backpack over my shoulders and headed to the cafeteria to meet with my friends. I spotted them across the room and headed over to them as they started waving at me and screaming my name.
"Kendra, Kendra, guess what!" Charlotte squealed, shaking my shoulders and brandishing a spiral notebook at me.
"Chicken butt?" I answered, glancing over her and spotting Jackie and her friends at the other end of the table.
"Nope!" she said. "I finished writing my story!" Charlotte had been writing original stories to pass the time and had tried to keep them away from me to avoid my pointy criticism.
"Kickass," I said. "Can I read it?"
"Nope," she answered, pulling the notebook away from me. "I don't need your 'constructive criticism', Kennie. If I need criticism, I'll talk to Lanna."
"That hurts, girl," I said, making a sad face at her. "But seriously, I can help you. I'm an english major, I do nothing but write stories, and I'm a grammar bitch, really. I can help. If you want, I'll keep my 'constructive criticism' to myself and won't make fun of you. Or whatever." Charlotte thought for a moment, still keeping the notebook out of my reach.
"Fine, I'll let you read it," she said, handing it to me. "But make sure that you keep your promise."
"You have my word as a sexy asian beast," I said, taking it. "I'll read it during english. Maybe I can soak up some pointers from the teacher and apply them to your story."
"KENNIE!"
"Huh? OH HOLY CRAP." My friend Brittany suddenly jumped me from behind while I screamed "I'M BEING RAPED!" at the top of my lungs. I know she's not going to do anything like that to me (she's too short XD), and it's all in good humor. They know I'm kidding, and I love them for it.
"Hey, where is Lanna anyway?" Jason asked. Jason's a Naruto fan who started hanging out with us at the beginning of our freshman year, mainly because he had no other friends. He overheard Brittany and Gigi talking about Naruto and decided to engage in conversation. He hasn't gone away since.
"She never shows up in the morning," I said. "She always shows up at either break or lunch. You know that." Jason was never really my favorite person in our little group of friends, since last year, he went out with Jackie and Lanna, both of whom are very close to me. He's a lightning rod for various insults and attacks, but he still never leaves. Although we did tone down the insults after his little sister died and we all decided it would be nice of us to be supportive to him. (AN:true stuff.)
"I guess so," Jason replied, turning his attention back to his French homework. This was typical of him: putting his homework off until the morning before it's due. Charlotte, who also takes French, had refused to help him with his homework anymore than she already had.
"You need to get yourself organized, boy," Brittany said, slapping Jason across the back of the head. "See, I did all my Spanish homework in class. And now I'm set! And even Kennie, being the lazy ass she is, did her homework last night…I think."
"Of course I did my homework," I said, giving her an insulted look. "I for one, would actually like to pass my classes."
"Which you are," said Sasha. I jumped. She had been standing behind me for quite some time, and I hadn't even noticed. "Someone needs to explain to you that a B- is still a passing grade."
"I know a B- is passing," I said, "but I'd have straight A's again if I can just raise my biology grade, damnit!"
"Be thankful you at least have a B, Kendra," Jason said. "Look at me! I'm failing all of my classes."
"That's 'cause you're a dumbass," Brittany said. "Shut up and do your homework, you have like, five minutes until the bell rings." I glanced at the clock, and in doing so, I saw Kayla walk into the cafeteria. She saw me and walked over to us.
"Uugghh…" she groaned, dumping her binder onto the table.
"What's up?" Charlotte asked. I started pulling necklaces and earrings out of my backpack. I usually don't have time to accessorize myself in the morning, since I usually sleep through my alarm and find that I have ten minutes to get ready and go to band when I wake up. So I'll just grab a handful of accessories and throw them in my backpack and put them on when I have the time, which is usually before school starts.
"I'm failing health," Kayla said.
"Health?" I exclaimed. "That's the easiest class ever! I had an A-plus in that class for the majority of the term. Then I started doing really shitty on the tests so my grade dropped down to an A. Lanna managed to keep an A-plus though. You're even more of a dumbass than Jason."
"Hey, I take that personally!" Jason said, pointing his pencil at me.
"If you're not used to it by now, you never will be," I said. "Shut up."
"I know, seriously Jason," Charlotte said, crossing her arms.
"You and Lanna are just smarter than me," Kayla said.
"That's not true," Charlotte said. "You're smarter than me."
"That's not true!" Kayla said.
"Shut up, both of you!" I said. "Everyone knows we're all stupid idiots, especially Jason. No one's smarter than anyone."
"Except Jason," Brittany said.
"That's a given," I said. Jason gave us a hurt look. I waved it off as the bell rang. "Well, I'm off. I shall read your story and give you my amazing english-major advice when I see you again."
"I look forward to it," Charlotte said, sarcastically. I stuffed her notebook into my bag and slung it over my shoulder as I walked with my friends out the cafeteria door. I walked as far as I could with them across the school campus before we had to depart to our respective classes.
I normally enjoy English class, but today seemed rather tedious. I kept my word to Charlotte and read her story during class. The teacher's lecture didn't help my critique very much. All we did was read a story out of our literature book and evaluate and dissect it, picking apart the themes and plots and symbolism and crap. I really tuned her out when she separated us into groups to construct a plot diagram of the story.
"The hell are you doing, Kendra?" one of my groupmates inquired. "You're supposed to be helping us with the diagram."
"I'm reading," I replied. "But I'm sure you're perfectly capable of handling the diagram without me, or does your primitive monkey brain impair your sense of knowledge?" I snatched his red pen from him and scribbled some criticism in the margin of Charlotte's story.
"Come on, Kendra, you're supposed to be helping us," another groupmate sighed. "You can read later."
"I could," I said. "But do I chose to? Nope."
"But—."
"Oh come on!" I said, throwing down the notebook. "Have you people been paying attention to the teacher at all? The plot is the easiest thing to determine from this story! Doodle's a retard, he likes playing with the narrator, they see the ibis, it dies, Doodle dies, THE END. The ibis is symbolic of Doodle's attempts to make it in the world, and its scarlet color is symbolic of his blood! Honestly." (2) I continued to scribble in the notebook. My groupmates decided to give up on me and constructed the diagram without my help.
Charlotte's style of writing is pretty much how I used to write when I was like, ten. It was a good story, but I figured that if she used more character interaction and constructive action, then it could be longer, and better. As I stuffed my things into my backpack, I contemplated how I was going to tell that to her without her yelling at me for being a nasty bitch.
The bell rang and I headed to our hang out spot. I was promptly attacked by Charlotte.
"So?" she said. "How was it? Was it good? Did you like it? Can I have it back now?" I pulled the notebook out of my backpack.
"Aaahhhh…here's the thing," I said. "I'm not going to say anything."
"Oh good."
"Instead, I wrote in your book."
"Oh great."
"You can't get mad at me, 'cause this is all legitimate and constructive crap that'll help you write like a pro. Like me!" I beamed. She glared at me as she skimmed the pages.
"You wrote in red?" she said. "It looks like you bled all over my book! Am I really that bad?"
"Nooooo…" I said. "Far from it, dear. Some of the bleeding is me commenting on good stuff. But would you like a tip?"
"…I guess."
"Use grammar. A lot of grammar," I said. "And have the characters interact more. That'll make your story longer."
"Kendra, you're such a horrible, pointy, 'constructive criticism' choked buttface!" she said, snatching the notebook from me. "…But I appreciate it."
"…I'm confused."
"You'll get over it," she said, patting me on the shoulder. She hoisted her bag over her shoulder and headed off to her next class. I stared after her for a while.
"Did anyone see that?" I said. Everyone else kinda just shrugged at me as Lanna appeared. She was promptly attacked by several of my friends before I had a chance to say hi to her, even though I was standing closest to her. I pushed my way through the hoard of people to get to my best friend.
"You didn't happen to hear Charlotte yelling at me again, did you?" I inquired. Lanna threw her backpack down.
"What'd you do this time," she sighed.
"Nothing!" I exclaimed. "She asked me to evaluate her story, so I did…and just wrote in the margin a bit…a lot...in red ink."
"And did she get all defensive again but in the end acted like she really loved you for doing it even though you probably scarred her writing ego?" Lanna asked.
"Exactly," I answered.
"Yeah, she does the same thing when she asks me if her drawings are good," Lanna said. "She makes me scared to answer her when she asks me if it's good." She spotted Jason sitting down to do his geography homework. He waved at her. Lanna enthusiastically waved back.
"Do your homework!" Brittany yelled, jabbing her finger in Jason's face.
"Kendra, can I move your backpack?" Kayla asked. I shrugged. She lifted up my backpack, but suddenly dropped it. "That's heavy! What's in there? Another dead body?"
"No, I keep those in my freezer," I said. "But anyway, I've got a bunch of books in there. Check it out…" I opened up my bag and started pulling out notebooks and library books.
"And when do you have time to read during school?" Sasha asked.
"I find time," I answered. "But I've really gotten back in to 'Lord of the Rings'. I read the trilogy back in like, seventh grade and felt like reading them again. So there you go." The bell rang, and we exchanged our good-byes.
An hour-forty later, we were all reunited in the cafeteria, back with fresh news of torture from our latest class. I had just gotten back from Algebra II. We had gone over our test from yesterday, and since I got an A-minus on the test, I had found the time to doodle on my body. This is a common time killer for me when I'm totally bored. The teacher will just be droning on and I'll be sittin' there with a pen drawing random designs on the back of my hand, around my ankles, or wherever I see fit. My friends and classmates aren't surprised to see me doing this anymore, since I've done it so much. They've come to expect it from me.
"I got an A on my Spanish test," Brittany proudly announced.
"That's cool," Charlotte said. "What about you, Kennie? How are you doing in Chinese?"
"I'm doin' kickass," I said. "I can sleep in that class all I want and still get an A on all the tests."(3)
"You're real smooth like that," Kayla said, nodding.
"Totally," I said. "Hey, I'm gonna ditch you guys now, is that cool?"
"Yeah, whatever," Lanna said. "Are you going to go hang out with your boyfriend?"
"He's my model, not my boyfriend," I said, kicking open the cafeteria door. "Whatever." During our freshman year, I had asked Jake to be my artistry model. I told him that all he had to do was take off his shirt and stand there so I could draw him, just to get a better understanding of the male anatomy without having to resort to porn or something. He was all excited at first: he let himself get conceited and blamed his stupid faults on the fact that "models aren't very smart." But recently, he started backing out on me.
"I told you, just the idea of taking off my shirt and posing is…weird," Jake said.
"Oh come on!" I said. "Do you remember how giddy you were when I asked you? What the hell's the problem now? Just suck it up and take it like a man!" He fidgeted and looked around.
"Hey guys, how's WOW?" he said. His group of friends turned around and walked over to us.
"Do you need us to save you from her?" Ed asked him.
"Nah, I'm good, she's not that deadly," Jake said.
"Don't be so sure," I said, bitterly. "Think about it." I hauled my backpack over my shoulder and dragged him off to our next class.
I spent my biology time trying to add to the design on the back of my hand that I had started during Algebra. Unfortunately, my handiwork was spent poking around through amphibian innards and resisting the urge to throw a handful of frog guts at Jake for being a jackass. I thoroughly washed my hands with soap and water, but I still could not get the pungent odor of frog off my hands. School grade soap sucks.
I went to marching band that day praying that no one would notice the Essence of Frog being emitted from my hands. I saw that a few people standing around me noticed, but no one pressed the matter further. I spent the next ten minutes in the girls' restroom scrubbing my hands with a mouthpiece brush.
When I re-emerged in the band room, I was approached by my band director.
"Kendra, I've got bad news," he said. "Your sax is in the shop, and the other tenor saxes are broken."
"So I don't have a horn?" I muttered.
"Yeah," he said. "We'll try to set you up with one next week. So for today you can still march basics and the show, is that okay?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine," I sighed. I grabbed my dot book and a bottle of water and started to walk out the door to the practice field, following our tuba player when I heard someone from my section call my name just as someone called out to the tubaist. We both turned around sharply. I didn't have time to see who called to me, and I didn't get to march that day, because when tubaist turned, her horn collided sharply with the back of my head. I felt myself falling forward, and then…
Black.
End chapter 1
I've always wanted to die in a band-related accident. : D
(1) I was at a band party,and the guy was one of my host's friends. One of my bandmates dared me to kiss him,and since I didn't kiss the other guy I was earlier dared to kiss,I did.i'm not a slut. Really.
(2) the story I'm describing is a story I read in my freshman english class called "The Scarlet Ibis".hope I didn't spoil it for anyone XD
(3) my school recently added two new languages to our foreign ciriculum. In addition to Spanish and French,we now have Chinese and American Sign Language.i'm already part Chinese,so I pwned that class.
and is My Life Craves Pirates really a blasphemous nihilist?I'll let you decide. Is she really a sexy asian beast?hells yes.
review please.