Isabel’s POV:
I sighed like I have been for the past few days now, waiting for Marcel to hurry up and finish talking to the teacher.
“Did you wait long?” he shyly came out of the class.
I was in a fowl mood that I replied honestly, “Yes. A long time Marcel. Now lets get this done and over with.”
He lowered his eyes, a little hurt, “Okay.” He ushered me to follow him down the hallway. We entered the hallway that most students never went in.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He said dully.
I shook my head following him further into new territory. We took a few turns, making m feel like we were in a whole new school, and then we came to a sudden stop in front of a door, making me crash into him, “Sorry.” He muttered.
“Are you going to open it?” I asked, wondering how long we were going to wait.
“Wait.” He looked around nervously, like he was hiding something, then he knocked a few times.
“Who is it?”
He peeked at me, blushing, then ducked his head down, trying to be quiet with his answer but I still heard it, “The master has arrived.”
I covered my mouth, trying desperately to not laugh, “Pft!” I couldn’t hold it back now as the door opened, Marcel glaring at me.
“Welcome my lord.” I caught a hooded figure bow.
“Bwahahahaha!” I laughed even harder, “My lord? My lord? Oh my god! Oh my god!”
“Why did you bring her?” the hooded figure hissed at Marcel, or I should I say my lord.
“I’ll explain later.” He pushed past the hooded figure inviting me into the dark room.
“What is this?” I wiped away the tears that were falling, still laughing.
“For people like you, you can say this is a nerd sanctuary.”
“Nerd…sanctuary?” I turned around sharply stifling an oncoming laugh.
“Laugh it up. You popular people would never understand.” He bravely replied. The nerd sanctuary giving him some nerdy powers or something to talk back for a change.
I raised an eyebrow, “Whatever.” I came in peering around the room. There were a few kids here, all dressed in a black hooded cloak or something. Some nerd looking weapons or, what the hell is this?
I stopped in front of a long looking wood stick. I trailed my fingers down it, “What’s this?” I was curious.
“That’s Gandalf the Grey’s magic staff.”
“Lord of the rings?” I gazed at it, the familiarity clicking.
“Oh you know of Lord of the Rings?” A hooded figure perked up.
“Yeah?” I was confused.
“She could be one of us in hiding.” Another one whispered out.
“I’m not one of you guys.” I said bluntly.
Marcel watched me, finally speaking up, “Lord of the Rings…” he paused, “Do you like that movie?”
I spun on him, “I love that movie! It’s so entertaining! I even read all the books, and a huge fan of the Hobbit series too!” I beamed, admitting my guilty pleasure for the first time. Realization clicking on what I just admitted, I covered my mouth in shock.
