I reluctantly set my foot down onto the curb, as my other foot followed, making a repetetive clack! noise. I peered around, a breeze hitting me from the north, sending goosebumps over my bare arms and legs.
I faced my head towards the blue sky, watching clouds roll by rather quickly, letting out a relaxed sigh. The sun was giving me the stare treatment, blocking my view out completely as I stared towards it. I could feel the rays pierce my skin, sending rolling beads of sweat down my face, disregarding the light breeze there was.
Looking away, my vision was temporarily blinded, there were lights dancing around, giving me a mild headache. Off blanace, I squinted onto the sidewalk I had wandered off onto so I could regain a bit better sense of vision.
Once I could finally see again, I stared to the east, the sun to my back as I headed off with my green reusable bag in hand carrying pounds of books. Weighing me down, I walked slowly, as a few people pushed past me, seeming to be somewhat in a rush.
This was pretty much the most aggrivating thing in the world - being rushed when a) you don't want to, or b) being rushed when you simply can't move any faster.
I finally saw it. The old run down excuse for a library. Beige paint splattered onto the walls that was starting to peel, the old windows that scream 'gothic hell inside, Devil worshippers only' and who could forget the railing contaiminated with diseases?
Reluctantly, I started up the concrete stairs, a clacking! of my sandals as they whapped against the stairs. Avoiding the railing, I was pretty much dragging the books along, now. At least I'd be out of this town soon enough and if I needed to pay for damage the fee would be covered by my 'Sucks to be you, bitch, but I moved and I've blocked you on my phone' coverage.
Facing the slot by the door, I gently picked up one book at a time just to relentlessly shove them down - hearing the books smack against the bin to catch the books. They need a pillow, not a book. Anyway who is in a rush would kill the books throwing them down the metal slot.
Turning around, I picked up the now empty bag and swung it onto my back, rushing down the stairs - once again, avoiding the infested railing. I breathed in as I hit the bottom of the stairs. I've had it up to here in this hell, it's about time I change my life with the aid of a new city.
