A.N.: If you had been reading my previous stories (which is kinda surprising, since they stink.), you'll find that they are now gone. I'd simply combined the two plots, giving us now two girls. That's why, technically, this is no 10th walker fiction but an 11th at that. I do not know if this is entirely Mary-Sue, but I could say it's only half.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, and I do not write this for profit. I write this simply for my own entertainment, and for someone to read and criticize.

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In The Beginning of The End

By Analiria

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Chapter 1: Running

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"I tell you Miss Guzman, if you don't tell your parents about your failing grades I will call them tomorrow and send them here. You wouldn't want your parents to know it this way, would you? Being the daughter of a CEO in a major company might get you off the troubles you've laid in this school, but not your grades." She looked at me in the eyes. "You are now dismissed."

I gave a nod and walked out of the room, closing the doors as quietly as it could.

Yes, this is the life of Reesha Guzman, Ree for short, which is, me. The thing is, I had not, I repeat, HAD NOT laid any troubles in this school! If only those stupid, annoyingly girly girls wouldn't bother me. Hey, if your dignity was insulted, will you just stand and not do anything? Of course not! I only punched them, for goodness's sake! It was not even a full-force punch, and they cry like they've lost their mommies. Haven't you realized that the preps bully so many students and they do not get sent to the principal's office? The principal won't risk kicking out one of their athletic students just because they're afraid that they would lose in a game! We go to school to have education, yet the teachers and principals' value title in sports rather than titles in academics. How stupid is that?

However, I'm no academic student. Neither am I athletic. I'm not even in between! Well, yes, I'm good in taekwondo and aikido, not to mention fencing, but other than that I'm nothing. Na da.

Well, I am the daughter of a CEO in a major company… Just so happens that they aren't so close to me, like a parent should. A parent should be someone whom you could talk freely to, from candies to life-threatening problems. You know the feeling that you want to tell something, but you can't because you don't trust the person much? That's exactly how I feel. They're always so busy that sometimes you can't speak to them anymore. They always say that they're working for your future, but even if you ask them to be with you one whole day, they can't because they're working. Sometimes you wonder if they really work for you.

Can you really believe that this is what is going through the mind of a ten-year-old girl?

"Ree?" A girl asked. "Are you all right?"

I pretended a smile. "I'm all right, Layla."

Layla, an eight year old, blond-haired, big green-eyed girl, is my best friend. I'm two years older than her, yet age difference hadn't made the friendship awkward. She is the daughter of my mother's cousin and best friend. Her father died when she was still little, and that made her more mature than she should be. She's a very cute child, and very intelligent at that.

"Why were you in the principal's office again, Ree? Another trouble you got yourself into?" She grinned teasingly.

Cute, but very evil.

"Ah, nothing, just my grades. Threatened to call and tell my parents, but it's not as if they would have the time to go to school for me." I replied as if I hadn't cared. Sadness crept to her eyes and she lowered her head. We stopped just outside the main entrance door.

She looked up at me again. "Reesha, you know that they're-."

"Working for me and I should be grateful for them because they're giving every second of their lives for my sake. I know, I know." I continued for her in a well-used voice.

She lightly thwacked my arm. "I'm being serious, you know!"

I smiled slightly. "I know." I said as I kissed her forehead.

"Can you say nothing more than 'I know'?"

I smirked at her before turning to walk towards the direction of my house.

"Good bye, Ree! See you tomorrow! Happy Birthday again, and try not to provoke any dogs!" Layla shouted in the distance.

"I know!" I waved my hand, not turning back to see her. "Bye!"

I walked absently in the familiar roads I walk through every day. The only weird thing this day was that sirens were screaming, though faintly since it was somewhat far. I continued to walk towards my home, and the sirens were becoming louder by each step. I felt a pang in my chest, worry filling my heart. I started to run towards home, and as I took a right turn, one that would give me a full view of my house since it was the street where it was situated, I stopped at my tracks.

In front of my house were yellow lines and police cars. I nearly gave out a scream.

I slowly walked towards the nearest policeman, shocked of the view in front of me. "Sir." I called to get his attention. He turned around. "What's happened in my house?"

"Are you the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Guzman?" He asked soothingly. I merely gave a nod. He was tall, so he kneeled to get in level with me. "I'm very sorry to say that your mom and dad died. They were murdered. You would soon live at your Uncle Fernando's…"

His voice faded as I turned to see the front of my house. The front door was open, and inside the living room was a yellow banner with "Happy Birthday, Reesha!" written in it. I turned my focus back on the officer.

"Can I go inside my house, sir?" I asked him, nearly begging.

His eyes widened in surprise. "No, you cannot. I'm sorry, ma'am."

I glared at him. "You won't even let me enter my house? It is my birthday, and they might've stayed at home for me!" Tears flowed in my eyes. "The dead bodies of my parents wouldn't frighten me, sir. They are not my parents anymore, since those bodies do not carry their souls." I spat at him, before running inside my house. There were no signs of my parents in the living room. At the coffee table was a small silver box, with a card saying:

'We love you Reesha. Sorry if we weren't able to be with you when

you want us to, but if we aren't with you, just put this on and

you'll feel less lonely. We'll always be with you, Reesha! Happy Birthday!

Love, Mom and Dad.'

I pocketed the box and looked at the officers around. I wiped the tears away from my eyes, going towards the room of my parents, but the officers stopped me. Instead, I went inside my room after asking an officer if it was alright to enter. I emptied my bag and put the books and notebooks on my desk. I randomly took clothes and shoved it inside my school bag. 'I'd rather take off than live in the house of my wicked uncle. If I lived under his house, my parent's money would go to him.'

I took out a pen and paper, writing: "Give half the money to the account of Christelle De La Cruz, mother of Layla De La Cruz. Let the money be used for the education and welfare of the De La Cruz family. Let the other half of the money and lands owned by our family be used for making new houses for the poor. Signed by Reesha Guzman on the 17th of July, year 2000." I wrote my signature and dropped the pen. I lifted my bag to my shoulder, opened my savings box, took all the bills inside of it, pocketed the money and walked out of the room. I walked towards the entrance of the house, giving one last look before walking completely out of it for good.

"Where are you going, ma'am?" The officer from before, asked.

"I'll be staying at my friend's house for today. Here's the address." I handed him a piece of paper with Layla's address. "If I don't come back early tomorrow, just go to this place so you could take me to my Uncle."

"Would you like me to drive you there?" He asked.

"No thanks, the walk would do me good." I replied swiftly.

He smiled warily at me. "Don't act so tough, young girl. Be careful on your way now, okay?"

I smiled slightly at him. "Thank you, sir."

I walked slowly towards the park. Once inside, I walked absently, not minding where I was going. I stood over a pond and looked at my reflection. "Now, what do I do? If I went to Layla, they would take me to Uncle…" With that, I broke. I fell on my knees, crying my heart out over what had just happened.

I took out the silver box and opened it, a beautiful necklace of silver and a pendant of gold with aquamarine gems resting on the surface of the box. I took it out of the box and wore it. I held the card in my hands, reading it over and over again. Minutes later, fatigue and stress worked its way in my body. I rested against the grass and soon cried myself to sleep, not minding that I was in the middle of the park…

…But then, when I woke up, I wasn't in the park that I've slept in, nor at the police station. I don't even think that I'm still in Earth, or rather, on my time.

A.N.: Was it rushed? I feel it's rushed. Oh, and Christelle's my name. I'm only a teenager, I have no daughter. I just felt like putting my name in my story. Hehe.

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Layla and Reesha: Please review, so that Analiria would write and post chapter 2 much earlier!

Analiria: And I mean within three days at that!

Everyone: Thank you and please read the next instalment of: "In the beginning of the end"!