The Hidden World

The Second Time...

I was saying the nurse so much in the last chapter that it made me think of this. If you don't get it, then go watched Markiplier surgeon simulator.... It's funny. Now RESUME STORY!!!

Sitting on the roof with a book wasn't the best idea I had ever had. But I usually did it anyways and nothing bad had happened. I had gone to the library with the nurse yesterday and found out a lot more about this house and a few surrounding ones as well. But I focused on this one in particular. I also found out the nurses real name. She said her name was Ann but that I could just call her nurse Ann. I told her that her name sounded familiar and she said that I must just remember her from the hospital when I was a lot younger.

I was in the library again today, but this time I had walked here. It wasn't that far from my house so I decided to go every Saturday or Sunday. It was Sunday so I had decided to go. I was sitting in a big brown chair that could fit at least 4 people my size in it, maybe even more. It was even cooler because it was one of those soft seated chairs that you sank down in when you sat down on it.

I was reading a book about the history of Rosebud when I decided to take a short little break and get something to eat at a little stand down the street.

(A/N: I know this isn't really like Rosebud, but I'm making it up so plz don't criticize me for it!)

I dog eared the book page - even though the librarian had told me not to - and got up with a little bit of trouble because of how much I sunk into the chair. I set the book on the table in front of the desk and walked over to the front desk where the librarian sat reading an old looking book with the title of: Potatoes Not Prozac. I stood on my tip toes and looked up at the librarian. She lowered her book after a second and asked with a kind smile what I needed.

"Can you make sure that nobody else comes in here and takes my spot over there, or my books please? I'll be right back, I promise." I asked the elderly woman. She looked over at the "Advanced Reader" section (as she liked to call the college level reading section) where I had been sitting and her jaw dropped nearly to the floor at how many books I had out and at the fact that I was actually reading them. She quickly regained herself and then smiled again saying that she would watch them for me. I thanked her and left to get some food.

I found it odd that I'm the only child my age that had been over there. I saw a bunch of other kids my age and even older than me that were in lower reading sections than I was. They were all in the Teenage Reader, Young Adult, and Children's Sections. I was literally the only person in the College Level Section. I felt embarrassed at the fact that I was the only one over there. The other people there must think I'm some kind of freak if I can read better than most of the adults there. I didn't like the thought so I brushed it off and continued walking down the cracked sidewalk.

When I reached the food stand I saw that it was closed and sighed in frustration at it. I walked all the way back to the library and asked the librarian if I could check out the books I had been reading before I left to get some food. She said I couldn't unless I had a library card and said that I had to make one. When I asked if I could make one she looked at me like I was some kind of alien but said sure. I knew you had to have a parent make it for you because a child my age wouldn't have been able to give all the information needed, but I did mine by myself and I did it correctly too.

It was a purple little paper card that got laminated and had my name scribbled on it at the bottom with the words: ROSEBUD PUBLIC LIBRARY printed across the top. I handed the card to her and she smiled her signature smile, took the card and punched a little whole in it with a little whole puncher thingy that sat on the corner of her desk. I smiled back and went over to my original spot and picked up a select few of the books I had been reading. I picked up all 8 of them and then nearly fell over from the weight of them all. The elderly librarian saw this and came over to help.  She took 5 of the books while I took 4 and she offered to take them to my house with me. I told her it was fine but she insisted that she helped me. I finally agreed to let her help me out and we took her car.