A/N-I have nothing against ninth grade. The wraiths and Ian. S may be in ninth grade, but that is simply because it’s eaiser to picture a ninth grader chasing a seventh grader. Don’t forget, most elves including Galadriel and Elrond are ninth graders too. Thanks.

Polouge
The school has changed. I feel it in the halls. I feel it in the lockers. I taste it in the snack bar. I smell it in the cafeteria. Much that once was is lost for now no students live who remember it. It began with the creation of the magic pens of power. Three were given to the class of band/orchastra. Talented, and most musical of the classes. Seven, to the class of art,shop and theater (which are combined in my school) expressive and skilled artists. And nine… nine were given to the class of football, who above all else desire power. But they were decieved.
For within these items was the strength and will to ace each class. But another pen was made. In the land of the gym where the shadow lies the dark principle Mr. Sauron made in secret a ruling Pen. Into it he poured his cruelty, his malice, his will to give unlimited homework all year long. One Pen to rule them all. The pens of the band remained untouched and the pens of art and theater were safely sequestered. But the pens of the football class succumbed to the will of the one Pen and they were reduced to penwraiths. One by one, the free classes of MJH fell to the one pen. But there were some that resisted.
A last alliance of the great classes (band/orchastra, theater/art/shop and sports) fought against the armies of the office. The band brandished their instruments. The orchastra loaded their bows. The class of art, shop, and acting grabbed extra stage props, saws and brushes, and the free athletes fought with their sports equipment. Together, with their combined efforts, they drove back the forces of the dark principal. Victory was near. But the power of the one Pen could not be undone. Mr Saroun, with the pen stuck behind his ear, appeared swing a huge mace and knocking students out of the way. It was in this moment when ninth-grade Ian S. from the class of tennis took his tennis racket and knocked the one Pen from the hand of Mr. Sauron. Mr. Sauron, the enemy of the free classes of MJH was defeated.
The pen passed to Ian who had a chance to destroy a great evil. But the minds of ninth-graders are easily corrupted and the Pen betrayed Ian to his suspension and was lost in the hallways under the trampling of students desperate to get to classes on time.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth. For two and a half semesters the one Pen passed out of the notes and agendas of students, until when chance came, it ensnared a new student. The pen came to the student Gollum S., who took it to the depths of his locker. There, it failed him. The pen brought to Gollum unnaturally bad grades and bad penmanship. In the gloom of Gollum’s locker, the Pen waited for five weeks.
Darkness crept into the classrooms of MJH. Rumor grew of a nameless fear. The Pen percieved it’s time to move on. It left the depths of Gollum’s locker, only to be picked up by the most unlikely person. A seventh grader. Bill B. from the band room. For there would come a time where the seventh grade band will shape the fortunes of all. (Ha ha ha! I’m in the seventh grade band!!! ) How was that? Please R and R!!!

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