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Hobbitdale
Dec. 16th, 2019 08:29 pmHobbitdale
The blue Lexus approached the High School. “Girls, I just want you to know your mother and I realise it's not easy moving to a whole new town -- especially for you, Daria, right?” Jake Morgendorffer said.
“Did we move?” his 15, almost 16, year old daughter, Daria, said with a touch of sarcasm, as she looked out at the houses, most of which seemed to be single story, with round front doors.
“I am just saying you don't make friends as easily as, uh, some people,” Jake said.
Music blared from the radio, ‘Dwarfish Mine Metal’ Daria thought. Her 17th months younger sister Quinn turned up the music. “Quinn for instance,” she said.
“That's not what I meant... necessarily,” Jake said, as he turned the radio off. “The point is, the first day at a new school is bound to be difficult...”
Daria leaned forward and cranked up the volume. “Speak up, Dad! Can't hear you!”
“Uh, where was I,” Jake asked as he pulled into the turning circle at the front of the school.
“Don't get upset if it takes the other kids a little while to warm up to you,” Jake said as he stopped.
Quinn got out of the car, ensuring that her long red hair was swept back enough so that her pointed ears, which showed her Half-Elven heritage, were not hidden.
Immediately she noticed that the majority of the students were Hobbits, though she could see the odd Human, Dwarf or even Orc here and there.
Two excellently dressed Hobbit-lasses greeted her. “Hi! You’re cool. What’s your name?” the one with her hair in pigtales asked.
Meanwhile, Daria slipped by unnoticed.
“Quinn Morgendorffer.”
“Cool name. But isn’t it a Human name?” the other asked.
“It’s my dad’s name. Mom’s the Elf,” Quinn said.
“Cool!” the first girl asked.
“What are your names?” Quinn asked.
“Stacia Rowan,” the one with the pig-tails said.
“Sandi Gamgee, would you like to join the Fashion Club?”
“Sure,” Quinn said.
Sandi Gamgee watched as the half-elven girl entered the school. A Half-Elf in the Fashion Club! Popularity would spike for sure!
...
The School Psychologist held the test in front of Daria. “Very good, Quinn! Now, Dora, let's see if you can make up a story as vivid as your sister's,”
“It’s Daria.”
“I’m sorry Daria. What do you see in the picture Diraa?”
“Um... a herd of beautiful wild unicorns running free across the plains.”
The blue Lexus approached the High School. “Girls, I just want you to know your mother and I realise it's not easy moving to a whole new town -- especially for you, Daria, right?” Jake Morgendorffer said.
“Did we move?” his 15, almost 16, year old daughter, Daria, said with a touch of sarcasm, as she looked out at the houses, most of which seemed to be single story, with round front doors.
“I am just saying you don't make friends as easily as, uh, some people,” Jake said.
Music blared from the radio, ‘Dwarfish Mine Metal’ Daria thought. Her 17th months younger sister Quinn turned up the music. “Quinn for instance,” she said.
“That's not what I meant... necessarily,” Jake said, as he turned the radio off. “The point is, the first day at a new school is bound to be difficult...”
Daria leaned forward and cranked up the volume. “Speak up, Dad! Can't hear you!”
“Uh, where was I,” Jake asked as he pulled into the turning circle at the front of the school.
“Don't get upset if it takes the other kids a little while to warm up to you,” Jake said as he stopped.
Quinn got out of the car, ensuring that her long red hair was swept back enough so that her pointed ears, which showed her Half-Elven heritage, were not hidden.
Immediately she noticed that the majority of the students were Hobbits, though she could see the odd Human, Dwarf or even Orc here and there.
Two excellently dressed Hobbit-lasses greeted her. “Hi! You’re cool. What’s your name?” the one with her hair in pigtales asked.
Meanwhile, Daria slipped by unnoticed.
“Quinn Morgendorffer.”
“Cool name. But isn’t it a Human name?” the other asked.
“It’s my dad’s name. Mom’s the Elf,” Quinn said.
“Cool!” the first girl asked.
“What are your names?” Quinn asked.
“Stacia Rowan,” the one with the pig-tails said.
“Sandi Gamgee, would you like to join the Fashion Club?”
“Sure,” Quinn said.
Sandi Gamgee watched as the half-elven girl entered the school. A Half-Elf in the Fashion Club! Popularity would spike for sure!
...
The School Psychologist held the test in front of Daria. “Very good, Quinn! Now, Dora, let's see if you can make up a story as vivid as your sister's,”
“It’s Daria.”
“I’m sorry Daria. What do you see in the picture Diraa?”
“Um... a herd of beautiful wild unicorns running free across the plains.”
