P.R.O.T.E.C.T (On Hold)

Hope,

P.R.O.T.E.C.T

Chapter 2

"Your such a nerd!" One voice scorns at me pushing hardly to my left side. My text books tumbling out of my arms and slamming to the floor with a loud thud.

"Those glasses make you a loser!" Another scoffs rudely at me shoving me back to the taller boy on the left.

"Am I mistaken or did those clothes come from the Salvation Army?" The next sneers down at me from her six inch stilettos. Her bleach blonde hair and caked face plastered into an ugly grin. Seriously is she trying to rip off Barbie? Because she's doing a damn, well good job!

"You must be mistaken because they're actually from Glassons." I retort back wanting to move on with my life and move away from the barbie impersonator. She looks a bit taken back at first as if she couldn't believe that the new girl would speak to her like that. But sadly she quickly recovered, giving me an evil glare of pure hatred before grabbing her boy toys and walking away. Actually I don't think you could call it walking. The way she shook her butt with every step was unbelievable. So let's say she twitched away instead.

One girl did help me though. After that first fiasco she helped to pick up my books and she helped to find my locker. She was nice to me, she was a friend to me. Emily Longburn. My first real friend, the first person to choose to help me instead of laugh at me. Emily had gorgeous dark brown eyes and long straight brown hair. She was always being followed around by a guy or two but never seemed to notice. Then one day she told me that the guys were following me!

Emily and I became inseparable for the next two years. And then there was the day I was 'recruited'.

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"Hope hurry up!" Emily yells at me from downstairs.

"I'm trying but my boots decided that they would go walk abouts!" I yell back in desperation. Where the heck did they go? I turn over some clothes that I had left on the floor a few days ago and see my boots. I sigh with relief as I pick them up and run out the front door.

"The tour starts in exactly twenty minutes," She says looking at the time and then the route. "And it takes twenty minutes to get there!" She exclaims before putting her shit in the car and slamming the door. Then proceeding to literally push me in with her and put her foot right down on the gas pedal, speeding off to Hobbiton.

Yes Hobbiton. They do tours where the movies were filmed. Being the nerd I am I jumped straight into the idea of a day trip. Yes Hobbiton is in New Zealand, so yes that makes me a New Zealander. Anyway going to Hobbiton is going to be awesome. We might get to stand in the exact places that both Orlando Bloom and Ian McKellen!

"I want to hold Legolas' bow!" I say excitedly. A stupid smile spreads across my face, unable to stop it growing as we get closer to Hobbiton.

We picked a great day to do it. The sun is shining full force and a slight breeze was all there was to cool us. Our attitudes were right and we were loving it.

When we got there we raced to where the tour starts to find them just leaving, we joint onto the back of the tour group and with cheeky smiles followed them in.

About an hour in we stopped for a lunch break. I notice a guy just standing there staring in our direction. He is quite tall and has a black suit on and dark shades. I nudge Emily and point him out. She studies him before deeming him unimportant. I shake it off and head over to the unisex bathrooms. Eww gross, unisex bathrooms! Oh well when nature calls, you gotta go. I thought to myself as I braved it and went in. There was one toilet stall at the very end free, so I began my walk down there trying to ignore the sounds of other people's piss. I'm about three doors down when I get jumped. I freak and back up against the wall, squishing the guy between the wall and me. He groans and pushes me forwards, I fall down and I notice that it's the guy with the dark shades and the black tux. I roll my eyes at Em's poor judgment and kick up off the ground ready to continue this fight.

The suited guy then pulls out some white towel thing and wraps it around my face. Sleeping gas. I think to myself as my eyelids go droopy and I struggle to hold myself up. I wonder where we're going...

Notes

So i've been getting some hate because apparently this isn't a fanfiction!

THIS IS A FANFICTION!

YOU CANNOT TELL YET

DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS KNOW THEY'RE A DEMIGOD?

NO!