What She Came to Know

Back story

It's so much different from my last two schools that's for sure. For starters, my first high school of a year and half was a pretty good size place and it had all hallways outdoors, like a college campus I guess. The second was very, very small. It was my first indoor school and it only had three hallways, 100 hall, 200 hall, and 300 hall with the gym and cafeteria in the back left corner of the tiny building and the main office directly in the center. I hated it there.
See, having grown up in California, near LA, for the first 16 years of my life, I'm more of a big city kind of girl. I'm talking a lot of shopping centers, malls, and restaurants, few empty spaces, and tall buildings. This was the life I'd known.
But then for about six months last year I lived near Idaho falls. After my grandparents died my mom had decided it was time for a new adventure. And for whatever reason, I can't remember it now, I'd thought it was a great idea. I was all for the big move while my twin brother needed a tad more convincing. Royal, understandably, didn't want to leave all his friends and our family and his school to move to a new place where we hardly knew anyone. Also the fact that our new "home" was a totally tiny country town, I mean farms, horses in pastures, more cows than people etc. it didn't help matters much. However, he finally got on board and when we did move there, in the middle of the flipping school year, Royal fit in perfectly. While I spent most mornings in a stall in the girls bathrooms so as not to be seen wandering the halls alone, my brother was off telling jokes to teachers and flirting with cute girls. I envied him for it. But he didn't know that.
So while the school was too tiny for my taste and the city itself was a lot smaller than I was used to, I.F. wasn't all bad. I did meet some cool people and found the good spots to eat in town which was definitely a plus, but there was only one thing, besides the people, that I find myself missing at times.
You see although I.F. was miniscule compared to LA, it had a huge public library. The place was three stories of shelf after shelf of books, yet whenever I went I found the same section every time, grabbed a mystery book, and sat on a bean bag chair near the window. It was my escape, my only favorite place in town.
When I wasn't at the library I was at school and not by choice. Like I've already pointed out, the people at school hadn't made our move all that bad and there had even been some cute boys, but the fact that I had spent my whole life in one city, growing up with the same friends since elementary school, I'd never known what it meant to be new. And let me tell you, it wasn't the best thing in the world.