Bradford Bad Boy

Part three

"I plugged my headphones in my ears and played my absolute favorite song, Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. I opened my new book called, Meant To Be. I was sitting on my chair behind the desk of the local library I work at. I rarely lift my head out of a book once I begin to read. It's what I enjoy most. I began to hear loud screams over my music. I mentally groan as I close my book, only reading a sentence before being interrupted. I looked up to find a lady in her mid-thirties, carrying a screaming and crying new born baby that's appears to have just gotten out of the hospital. Hey, I keep track of my 3 younger siblings! I'm not getting into details.

"Sorry for bothering you, but I can't seem to find section E," She spoke, trying to calm her baby by swaying back and forth and patting his or her side gently. I kindly smiled and hopped off my rolling chair.

"Of course!" I said, happily. I always love having customers come up and ask me where this aisle or that aisle is. I have no idea why, but I just find it fun and exciting to know what kind of books they are looking for. "I always have people coming up and asking where aisle E is, and I mean always!" I blabbed as she listened and laughed, occasionally adding a few words here or there, mainly everywhere. Sorry, it was tempting to finish the sentence with a rhyme. Ok, I may have gotten that from Dr. Seuss. I'm a book worm and I love it! "Here is aisle E, ma'm." I finished, making a gesture to the aisle that is marked as E."

"Thankyou so much!" She exclaimed, sighing in relief. I laughed and nodded, walking back to the circulation desk, plopping my butt on my cushioned seat. I was about to put my headphones back in, when the front door opened with the little bell ringing, causing me to look up at the loud chatter that suddenly filled the - almost - empty and quiet library. This time, I groaned loudly. It was the jocks that go to my school. I noticed Claire, Alissa and Kate, huddled in the group, talking away to some obnoxiously tall jocks. Well, that's a new. No, literally, I have never heard or seen them talk to the most popular boys at Baybrook high. It almost frightens me, thinking that all the secrets I have told them, they could transfer it to these boys, who can barely keep their mouths shut. They are the jocks that spread false or true rumors. They completely sicken me.

"Aye! It's Grandma! C'mon guys! Lets all sit in a circle while she reads us one of her stories!" One jock called out, insulting me, which made all the other jocks laugh. I looked over to the girls, who were smiling and twirling their hair as if they didn't hear that hurtful sentence directed at me. I rolled my eyes and tried my best to ignore their rude comments. "What's the matter Grandma? Not in the mood for story time?" The same jock asked after a few minutes. It became silent. I was looking down at my interesting book. I heard feet shuffle, feeling someone infront of the desk that kept its place inbetween me and the person. A hand grabbed my book. I looked up to see the jock holding it behind his back. "If not, I have a story for you," He harshly whispered, as a smirk grew on his face, "Once upon a time, there was this ugly girl who couldn't go anywhere without getting shunned. She was constantly reminded how much of a loser she was. She spent her days reading books like any typical loser would do," I couldn't stand it. He was driving me insane with this idiotic, 'story'. "One particular day, she was reading too fast, her eyeballs began to pop out of her eye sockets! She felt that her brain was going to explode. So,-" I screamed and covered my ears.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" I screamed. The hard pressure on my ears were causing them to ache. After a while of screaming, I could hear eveyone chorusing in laughter. "Give me my book." I sternly spoke after my little tantrum and their laughing session.

"What book?" The jock asked, revieling my - now - ripped and shredded book that was hiding behind his back. Tears started to spill from my eyes. I covered my mouth, trying my best not to scream again. They all laughed until they dropped to the ground, clutching onto their stomachs, tears of HAPINESS streaming out of their eyes.