Hopeless In Love

Chapter Two - Ghost Busted!

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" I jolted awake from my dream screaming from the top of my lungs. I felt beads of sweat dripping from my forehead and I felt my body tremble -maybe in anger? I wasn't sure.

I took deep breaths in to calm down and to relax the loud pounding of my heart. [What was that about?] I wondered to myself as I tried to recall what my dream was. For some reason, it won't come back to me and my thoughts were all fuzzy from the sudden panic.

My thoughts were focused on trying to remember my dream, that I started feeling this gnawing paranoia building in me, when I suddenly heard someone coughed, I immediately looked around to see who it was.

The first thing that greeted me was angry glares from random people, who looked ready to bite my head off because of the disturbance I did. I froze on the spot after realizing where I was. I gulped.

"Miss Andrews!" I heard Ms. Birdmann, the school librarian, hissed at me. She was practically at the other side of the room and I can almost feel her hurtling fireballs at me as she spoke. Ms. Birdmann was someone I never liked to trifle with. I always felt that she was out to get me. Although I never really did anything to her -as I recall, to deserve her dislike against me.

She gestured me to come closer, I hesitated for a bit but then again, I couldn't just ignore a call from an authority. Even if she did look like, she was about to skin me alive.

I tried looking around to ask for help but all the other students gave me were more scowls and the usual you-dug-your-own-grave shrug. Which was ironic, since I invented that shrug!

I walked toward the checkout table, where Ms. Birdmann, was perfectly perched on her little thrown. When I got within the vicinity of her lair, I can smell the strong odor of her hatred of me, oozing from her soul.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull Miss Andrews," her voice was laced with ice that could probably put the iceberg that sunk titanic to shame, "But I do not tolerate such behavior in my library. Even if you are an Andrews," she spoke like she was spitting nails at me with each word that came from her mouth.

"I'm s-sorry" I answered meekly, I wasn't the type to just stand there and get lectured but it WAS my fault for making noise inside the quiet zone. I don't know what had gotten over me. The last thing I remember was re-reading a few fairytales by the Grimm brothers for a report!

It wasn't like me to just randomly lose consciousness -and by that I meant, drop dead and sleep, while reading. "I didn't k-know what-"

Ms. Birdmann raised a bony finger in front of me without even sparing me a glance to shut me up. How rude! Even for a teacher. I was about to give her a piece of my mind when she suddenly dropped the biggest bomb on me... ever.

"Suspended?" I almost shrieked.

Ms. Birdmann's perfectly shaped eyebrows rose, she looked like she was urging me to fight back. The nerve! "Don't you think it's an appropriate punishment for someone who causes a scene in my library?" she said a little too coolly.

My mouth hung open from shock. I couldn't even formulate words anymore. "Two weeks would serve, don't you think?" she added, a small grin started to appear on her face.

NO WAY! TWO WEEKS WITHOUT VISITING THE LIBRARY? THAT CANT BE! THE LIBRARY WAS MY SANCTUARY! MY SPOT! THE ONLY PLACE I FELT, THAT I BELONGED! SHE CAN'T DO THIS TO ME? WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?

"B-But-but"

"Dare to question my authority Ms. Andrews? We can always go to the head dean's office to settle this if you'd like," Ms. Birdmann said, she shuffled a few papers around like she was getting ready to stand up and lead me to my doom. I wasn't going to allow that, of course.