Peoplephobia

Chapter 2

"WAKE UP TILLY!"
    I groaned. I felt like a slug.
    "What, Bree?" I choked out.
    "You gotta wake up! You have to take me to the library to get the new edition of Pink Pretty Princess vs. The Evil Club!"
    "Urrrgh...go get Pretty Pink Princess some other time..."
    "It's Pink Pretty Princess to you, Tilly."
    Bree is my 10-year-old kid sister. She wears her brown hair in pigtails with obnoxiously pink ribbons. She's the biggest brat I've ever seen, plus she has a nasty attitude. She probably gets it from me.
    "Wake uuuuup!" She started bouncing up and down on my bed. I threw back the blanket and snatched my glasses.
    "Fine! I'll take you! Just get out of my room!"
Bree flashed me an evil grin.
She's such a brat.
Anyways, I decided to get ready. I settled on a black sweater with a white collared shirt underneath and ripped skinny jeans. And my beat-up sneakers, of course. A staple.
I didn't have to do much with my hair, since it's the same as any other boy's hair you'll meet. Short. Except I'm not a boy. I think. I cut it in second grade, and it's been the same ever since. I figured I'd leave it messy.
There was an aggressive pound on my door. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"COME ON, TILLY!"
"I'M COMING, RELAX!"
I ripped open my door and grabbed her by the collar of her pink dress.
"Ow ow ow ow ow! Let me go!"
    I dragged her to the car and threw her in.
    "Why are you being so aggressive today!?"
    "Because you woke me up to pick up Ugly Pink Princess, or whatever it's called."
    Bree rolled her eyes and muttered something. Sounded like she cussed me out.
    "But I thought you loved the library?! It's practically your second house!"
    "Yeah, only when I'm not tired. It's 7:00 A.M in the morning."
    "Hmph." Bree crossed her arms.
    "Hey, be grateful I'm even taking you. Put your seatbelt on."
    I drove down the road. I'm so glad we don't have rocky and gravelly roads here in New York as we used to in Pennsylvania. We moved when I was about 12, I think.
    The library is about a five-minute drive away from our house, but a ten-minute walk, which is amazing, because like Bree said, I practically live there.
    When we got there I gathered my wallet (in case I want to buy manga or something) and we walked in. I will never forget the smell when you walk through those fancy-looking glass doors. It smells like a mix of firewood, coffee, and even if you don't open the book, the aroma of a new book surrounds you. You can hear the satisfying click-clack of keyboards in the distance (whether it's a student or the checkout lady), the pleasant (not obnoxious) creaking of the stairs, the "shiff" noise of people pulling out books, and the crackle of the fireplace. The whole place looks like a cross between a woodland mansion and a Renaissance castle.
I took a deep, crisp breath in and looked down my side at Bree.

Except she wasn't there.

I very quietly started freaking out, because I didn't want to disturb the peace of the library. I sped-walked past the doorway and looked around. I pondered whisper-screaming her name, but again, don't disturb the peace. I stomped lightly and looked around.
THE CHILDREN'S SECTION! The little voice in my head screamed at me. I practically ran down those brown spiral stairs. At first, I didn't see her anywhere. I looked in non-fiction, sci-fi, but of course, I was stupid and looked in the fiction section last. I didn't see her in there at first, either. My heart skipped a beat.

Crap! If I lose Bree, I'm dead! So dead! Mom will literally kill me!

I told myself to shut up.

Author's Note
Sorry this chapter is so short, I wrote this fairly fast.
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