back of the book room

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Book room? Book rooms are those narrow places in schools where they keep their literature. Libraries comprise grand buildings where the knowledge of one thousand generations, is kept. The book room smells like sweat... though a library smells of vanilla flowers and almonds. I'm sitting at the corner of the small room where I watch as my classmates run around and pull each book out of its designated spots and toss them to the top shelf were unreachable unless aided with a stool. This does make me mad but what's the use in being upset such a primal and sacred emotion shouldn't be wasted on grade nine's. I sigh and look back at my novel I'm at the part where Alice meets the hatter I'm intrigued at the irrationality of the mad hatter the way he speaks reminds me of a serial killer I'm not sure why... Sometimes I wonder if I have fallen through the rabbit hole but one who has never known. I adjust my butt on the chair sometimes if I sit for long periods it gets numb I cross my legs and place the book on my lap slightly angled up so I don't strain my neck. I start thinking about why Alice would drink that elixir on the table at the bottom of the rabbit's hole if I was her I would be screaming for help and trying to climb back up. But she's curious I read through the rest of this chapter and lose track of time the bell rings right after I finish the chapter alarming Me. I put my rainbow bookmark on the page and carefully place it in the front pouch of my purple backpack and head outside.

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