Library

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I was in the library after school looking for books on quantum theory to study on before the exams.

I walk to a more isolated spot in the library hopping to find a book that will suit my needs. I browse through the books in the quiet library.

After twenty minute or so I spyed a book , its bindings read, 'All you need to know about quantum theory'. I thought it would be a good book that will help me in the exams.

But there was one problem.

I couldn't reach the book. I stood on tip toe trying to reach the book but I couldn't reach it.

The book was on the top most shelf and I was a short person.

Well shit I thought to myself.

I stared at the book hoping that I had some telekinesis power and could will the book down. Of course it didn't work.

They weren't anyone else around so I couldn't ask for help. I looked down at the book I had in my arm when an idea dawned on me.

I could stack the books I have on me and make a platform  for me to stand on and reach the book.

I don't think it would be very respectful to the books but oh well.

I stack the books of various sizes on each other and stood on it. There was no one around these shelf so no one was watching me.

I stood on the stack and reach for the book. I managed to get it but I trembled and fell. I fell to the ground with a muffled 'thumm'

At least the ground was carpeted.

Someone walk down the shelf aisle as I was trying to access my body damage. I think I sprain my ankle. My ankle is throbbing.

"Hey do you need help?" A boy asked.

"Umm I think I sprain my ankle?" I answered.

"Here I'll help you." He says.

"Thanks.''

He holds me up and picks up the small pile of book that I stood on.

"I need those." I said.

He hands me the book.

"Let's go to the nurse's room." He says.

I nodded and he help me to the room.

"So what where you doing?" He ask.

"Trying to get a book." I replied wincing in pain.

We reach the nurse's room and he sits me down on the bed.

"I am Warren." The boy says.

I smile.

"I am Max. Thanks for your help."

"No problem."

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Hi! Here is piece of a poorly written story of the possible birth of their friendship. How's ur week, hope it was good. Its Warren's birthday HAPPY BIRTHDAY WARREN! (20-11)*throws confetti* have a nice week and I'll see y'all next week! (Leave a comment ;) )

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