One day in English class

All the characters you don’t recognize are my own creation, all those that you do belong to the master, Tolkien. Max, Erik, and Britt are fictional, but their personalities are modeled after friends of mine.
This is my first fanfic, so it’s a little rough. Please leave me some reviews, thanks! Updates soon!
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~’ All that is gold does not glitter, all who wander are not lost.’~ J.R.R. Tolkien

“Oh-my-god!!!” I gasped as I saw the blade at my neck. Two blades actually, and a extremely hot guy with pointed ears at the other end of those blades. “Who the hell are you?” I practically screamed at him. Did I ever tell you I don’t react well under pressure? No? Well I FREAKIN’ DON’T!!! One minute I enduring a boring(but completely safe) English lecture with my three friends, the next I was staring at a the guy with the swords. God, this was so not my day. This guy was looking at me like I had grown wings or something, didn’t they realize he was the one who looked like he had just walked right out of some fairy tale?


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Midgets. Everywhere. As far as the eye could see. Super, I had died and gone to Midget Heaven. Wasn’t this just peachy. I had always known Mrs. Allen’s English lessons would kill me one day. But c’mon, wholesome foods-Midget-heaven? I was five 8’ and my obsession with junk foods was a sickness. But here I am, lying in a patch of marigolds( I think, but I’ve failed botany twice now.).
A fat one was staring at me like I was the devil incarnate. Little bugger. “Mister Frodo!!” The fat guy said, wielding a spade like it was a baseball bat. Frodo, now that was a familiar name. A pop star, maybe? Nah, couldn‘t be. “There’s a……..”
He looked at me funny for a minute. Stupid little twerp. “ big folk in the garden.”

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Okay, so I’d skipped school to go ride my horse. Big deal! God didn’t have to ditch me in the middle of nowhere. Well actually this was pretty cool. I had found a huge expanse of fields perfect for galloping to run through. Maybe God should ditch me more often, this was so much better than a lecture from Mrs. Allen. I nudged my little quarter horse mare, Mocha, into a all out gallop. She shot off like a bullet the wind whipping back my hair. I whooped and punched the air with a fist, crouching low over Mocha’s neck and laughing like a maniac. Max and Erik were such freakin’ suckers. They were probably sitting in class, bored out of there minds, wishing they were anywhere but at school. I ran right under a bunch of gorgeous trees, laughing hysterically as I thought of my friends.
A bunch of guys surrounded me, guys with hoods. I was so hallucinating. Normal, everyday, history-induced, hallucinations. No big deal, I slowed Mocha to a dead stop. Either a hallucination or the trekkie’s were on the prowl.
“Look, guys. I thought we talked about this, star trek is not my thing.” I smiled, holding up my hands to ward off any objections from the geeks.
“What is your purpose in these lands, girl? Asked a commanding voice to my right. I turned to see this red head guy glaring at me. Wow, he was kinda’ cute, maybe I was into star trek after all.
“Uh……riding my horse?” I tried, watching the cute dude and giving him a winning smile.
“You are forbidden to trespass on these lands.” The guy drew a sword, a real one. Crap.

To be continued……
I apologize for the short first chapter, more soon.