Skipping, Stealing, Escaping

I am safely hidden behind a shelf at the back of the library, where mostly no teachers or librarians go. I peek out slightly, seeking the librarian, so I can go to the next phase. The librarian is at her location just like I planned. I slide over to where I can see and pick out books.

Biology...Anthropology, boring! Who wants to study about that?! That’s the exact same reason I skipped science today. Blah.

Oooh, here it is! Microbiology: The Introduction. So many people wants to get there hands on it, at least in my nerdy class. And I am the one to finally have it. I slip it into my huge purse and walk stealthily across the library, until I am one shelf behind the librarian’s desk.

She seems to be looking through a binder with a colossal amount of paper inside it. Whatever, at least she didn’t see me.

Yet.

I spy on her, waiting for my moment to dash. she picks up the binder, still reading it, and goes inside the librarian’s office and closes the door behind her with her free hand.

I run towards the exit, about to make escape.

Book Detectors.

I forgot all about them.

I carefully and slowly take off my bag and slide it through the feet long gap at the side. Once I pushed it far enough from the detectors, I retreat my hand to my side, get up, and walk through the book detectors like a normal person would.

I almost reached the doors, but I felt myself rocketing toward the ground. I wished my face would have hit the floor.

But that is not the case.

My precious face smacked on the door, ending the event with a loud boom.

I look at my shoes. The laces lay leisurely all around my shoe instead of being in a straightforward bow on top of my shoes. I knew I should have tied them.

The library became very silent.

I scrambled to get my on my feet, slinging my purse over my shoulder.

I could hear the silence of the librarian, then her feet padding on the ground softly, becoming louder and louder as she neared the office door. I did not wait for a second longer. I silently pushed the doors open and quietly jogged through the halls and to the exit doors.

In this situation, the escape doors.

I pushed through the doors and broke out into a run towards my car. I jammed the key in the ignition and started driving to my home.

I looked at my purse beside me in the passenger’s seat.

I stopped at a stoplight and my hands reached for the bag. I took the book out carefully, inspecting every inch.

My face twisted into a grin.

The light turned green and began to drive.

Another book to my collection.

My collection of never returned books.