When Vanessa D' Angelo, a hardcore bookworm (who is oddly obsessed with butterflies), gets disturbed by four boys while reading at the school library, she gets irritated. They end up getting curious about her, mostly because she never seems to pay a...
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"I have always imagined paradise to be a kind of library."
– Jorge Luis Borges
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Golden rays of sunlight pooled onto my outstretched legs through the glass of the window near my seat where I was lost in the pages of a book. I scooted away from the sunlight on the long, cushioned bench and occupied the shade, my gaze never leaving the story. It was currently the lunch break at my school, New Hampshire Highschool, and I always, always ended up in the library.
Not only is there a large amount of books with many genres, but the chairmen of our school is very fond of libraries so spent a lot of money making a colossal empty room into an ethereal, vintage looking library. And my soul has been drawn to it ever since I first laid my eyes on it. You can call it love at first site; only it's not a person but a place. But hey, love has many definitions right?
There was a large space at the middle scattered with tables and on either side of the space was a maze of shelves filled with books from head to toe: it seemed endless. This was a rich school so there were many folks to keep this place clean and I know this because I've walked around through the jungle of books a million times: but dust did collect sometimes on the shelves. Getting lost was easy but since they installed the cameras no trouble happened... which includes other things as well.
"No Mateo that's not it. The book's called 'The Secrets of the Universe' not that you dimwit!" I heard someone yell and I rolled my eyes for being disturbed. My russet eyes scrutinized the room to try and find the strict librarian lady who had a resting scowl on her face but she was nowhere to be seen. I then looked around to see the source of the voice only to groan softly.
Jogging around the place were Mateo Nowell and his flock of wild geese including Alex Bancroft, Vivaan Sharma and Ren Alstone. I watched irritatedly as they scrambled everywhere breathlessly to find a book –which I assumed was for the project we were assigned – before the bell rang. Those four bastards are favored by most of the people in our school (including the staff members) so ended up teaming up together while the rest of us had no choice but to team up according to the teacher's liking. Fortunately my group and I showcased our project to the teacher several weeks ago therefor had some free time.
There were only a few people in the library and we all gawked at them; some in amusement and some in annoyance. I huffed and attempted to drown out their voices but they were quite loud. God damn it why is it taking so long for them to find that book!?
I scoffed and shut my book loudly before forcing my legs to walk up to the oak wood shelf and grab the book they were trying so hard to find. On the front was a picture of an old man with crooked teeth who I guessed was the author of the book, Franchester Meiko and a painting of the galaxy resting behind him, the stars scattered around like little diamonds.
