The Paper People

Chapter 3- How it Happened

Marley's P. O. V
I cannot breath.
I do not breath.
I am drowning.
I cannot be saved.
But if I could be saved....
Would you save me?
That's a silly question.
Of course you wouldn't.
No one would save a silly girl like me.
Especially since I am basically a stranger to you.
I am very sorry it has to be like that.
But I hear that you like me.
I like you too.
I hope you find me interesting.
Because I'd definitely like to know more about you.
Open your mind to me.
As I slowly open up to you.
Darling, I remember sky scrapers and I remember puppies and I remember the smell of fresh books!
The book smells rather nasty now though.
I remember being told not to visit the book museum because I wouldn't return.
But then they laughed at me, so I assumed it was a joke.
I figure they assumed it was a joke also.
It was not a joke.
I remember picking up a brown, tattered book with cracks in the cover and stains on the pages.
I remember a flash of light as I read the first word. It was my name.
And then all of a sudden everything went dark.
That's how I ended up here. In a room with no walls and no floor. Floating in the middle of pitch black nothingness. But when I am opened.
I can see you.
I can see the world again.
I can even see that small girl standing behind you trying to sneak a cookie out of her mothers bag.
Yes.
I see you.
I understand you.
Although, you do not know it.
I know you.
I know everything about you.
I know what happened today with the boy.
Follow your heart.

James P.O.V.

Be careful when you open the book Little Flower.

Be careful its power doesn't suck you in like it did to me and Marley.

I was curious. I was always curious when I was young. The big old museum was just skip fascinating and so empty and so mysterious I had to look.

All the children stayed away from it, telling stories of a girl who walked in and never walked out. I didn't believe them.

I should have.

Every single book was exactly in place, organized and calculated. Except one. One big, thick book with no title sitting on a table, not in its place.

I was always curious.

Don't be curious Little Flower.

Curiosity got me in here.

Curiosity stole my life.

Curiosity made me be alone.

Curiosity killed me.

Don't be curious Daisy.

Please.

Daisy P.O.V.

Dear Diary,

I think he likes me.

It's stupid to think that. But I do.

We have biology together. I sit in the back. He sits up front. I didn't think he knew I was there.

Mr. Stain announced our project that determines half our grade. We had to partner up and choose an exotic species to raise and study. I shrunk back and waited for the last people to buddy up and me to do it on my own.

"Hey," a soft voice next to me said.

I jumped in surprise. It was Damon. He was standing in front of me. He was talking to me.

Damon was talking to me!

"Hi," I mumbled, hiding in my hair.

"Do you want to be partners? For the assignment?"

"What?" I looked up, surprised and confused. He was asking me, me, to be his lab partner.

"Uh, if you don't want to it's ok, I just thought-"

"No!" The room stopped and stared at me. "No, I want to be your partner. I'm just surprised. Until yesterday I didn't think you knew I existed."

"Of course you exist. Everyone is there. Some people are just... Quieter." I blushed, clutching my books to my chest.

"So, I'll see you at my house Friday? To study."

"Sure. Just give me your address," I mumbled, blushing bright red.

He scribbled it down on a post it note. "So, see you then. Bye Daisy," he told me, walking away.

Damon Williams is my lab partner. He asked me. I'm going to Damon's house two days from now.

James says not to love anyone until you're sure. Marley told me to follow my heart. What do I tell myself?