Alorah

Part 17

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I open the library doors and quickly make my way inside. I'm relieved that it's actually open, some times the library is close at lunch time and even if i never go there for lunch it's sad for students who want to go inside for eating in peace.

It can be a safe place for some people and I know that I panic when i can't reach a place where I feel good, safe and not overwhelmed so I can't imagine if it happens at school how those people are feeling in front of closed doors.

I wave at Mrs Bins and look around to find a seat i'm okay with. Mrs Bins is watching the library since as long as I know, of course she was already working here when I started my classes in this school a few years ago but from what I heard around the long hallway of the building, she's been here since a very very long time.

She always tries to remember the names of each students who walked by her during the day but never succeed. My names now are Ally, Alloma or Alabama. Yes, i'm a State now. At least she remembered that my name starts with a A. It's better than for others students.

I rest my pretty butt on an uncomfortable seat and open my book, I've lost the desire to study on my way here so i'll just read in peace instead. There not much people around the library's tables but it weirdly doesn't feel empty either. It's not a big library but it's big enough for what the school need.

I put my phone on the table where I can see it even if my eyes are in my book and put my headphones in my ears, playing a playlist who won't bother me while I immerse myself in my second universe.

I open my book at where I left the last time I read and i'm immediately surrended by the crazy and addictives words.

I always had a crazy fascination about books since i was little. My mom used to read us a different story each weeks. Every evenings, we all were sitting in the living room and listened to my mom reading to us.

When we grew older, we started reading on our own. My mom always insisted that we have a book in hand at least once a day. She wanted us to learn and above all to let our imagination take over us.

When Avalon died, she stopped reading, she stopped reminding me to read during the day, she stopped everything, everything that made her happy before was throw away from her life before someone could do something to stop her

Me on the other hand, I never stopped, and never will. I see my sister through character, or acts. She loved reading as much as me so when I open a book, any sort of books, it's like I spend a moment with her.

And I kinda hope that by seeing me reading in the house or seeing my books in my room my mom gets the desire to read again.

i'm so into my book that I don't see the guy pulling the seat away so he can sit in front of me, on the other side of the table. I don't feel his eyes watching every moves of my features as I explore the dark secrets of the story.

After minutes, I rest my book on the table and grab a snack I have in my back. I didn't really ate in the cafeteria so it's not a surprise that i'm hungry. I look up and flinch when I spot his body right across from me. ''Fuck-ing shut''

His dark eyes stare into mine, an unreadable expression running across his features. His hands in his pocket like usual and his legs spread under the table.

I exhale the fear I felt and rest my back against my seat, pulling my headphones away, I ask "what the hell are you doing ?" whispering loudly, but his expression stay still.

He tilts his head but doesn't say anything for a moment, his eyes narrow almost invisibly as if he was analyzing me but pretending like he wasn't "you're quite a strange girl" he points.