Prologue/ Chapter 1 - Wednesday -
It was early in the morning when I sneaked out the front door. That Wednesday already seemed to become a beautiful day because there were no clouds only some stars that waited for their signal to disappear. They were waiting for the sun to raise so that they wouldn't shine anymore. Because there was something stronger and brighter. I looked up to them almost waiting for a shooting star.
"Shooting stars make that wishes come true" they said and I believed it one time. When I was a child I was so excited that after seeing my first shooting star, I immediately ran to my sisters and told them. And they were happy too, making sure I made a wish. I hate when someone says that shooting stars are this powerful. Because in real life they don't make wishes come true. Maybe people like being fooled. Maybe people liked lying to themselves to be happy to believe that everything could be okay.
I took the first bus that would bring me directly to the library but when I arrived it still was closed. That's why I continued to look at the sky with all its stars. They were getting thinner and weaker by the minute and I wondered if that's what you feel before dying. Would you notice how your soul slowly disappears? Drifting away from everything. Would you have to watch without being able to fight against it?
Stars were never really gone. They were there even though you couldn't see them. Was it the same with humans? Are they never completely gone? But if that's so why don't we feel those who died?
And even stars could die. When they fly one last time across the sky as shooting stars. It's like their last performance on a stage that only belongs to them. It's like for one moment they shine. They shine in the last moment of their existence. After that they fall to pieces and burn out. Sometimes only nebula is the evidence that this star once existed. Sometimes there is nothing left. Sometimes it's like it never existed.So why do we make wishes when a star dies? Why should this wish come true? Why are people so weird?
"Lauren, how are you doing?" Greta asked. She was always the one who opened up the library on Wednesday mornings and the fact that she knew my name made me smile a bit.
"Good morning! I'm good. And you?" I said politely and entered the warm building.
"I'm fine" Greta said.
That day I brought my own books and when I got comfortable on one of the black armchairs on third floor I took one out and started to read the story about a man who lost his job and afterwards the hope in everything. I was no fan of that book but it pretty much did its job. While reading all the lines I could give my brain a break from thinking about life. I could lose myself in this story and that's exactly what I wanted. Most of all because it was Wednesday.
Within a few moments many people sat down on third floor. They were ether reading or typing or became desperate over some paper work. But at least it was really quiet.
"Hey", someone suddenly said and at first I didn't even realize that someone was talking to me and I just got a little angry that this person destroyed the silence. That he destroyed my concentration with talking. "Hey" the same voice. Angry I looked up to see someone kneeling down next to my armchair. He was looking at me and so I thought that maybe he dropped his pencil or something.
"Hey" I just said and looked to the ground to find something.
"So you're reading?", he asked. I looked at him confused.
"I mean this is a library, right?", I asked and the guy smiled.
"Yeah, right."
I looked back at my book not wanting to talk to him.
"I'm Ian", he said and I again looked up to his face.
"Okay"
"So you like to read a lot?" he asked.
What did he want?
"Kind of" I said.
"Why always on Wednesday?" he asked.
I looked at him confused. This was so weird. Why would he know? But then I saw the jacket he was wearing. He must work here but I never noticed him.
"Please, I just want to read."
He nodded and then he stood up and finally walked away. People were so strange sometimes. But maybe I wasn't different.
"Lauren, you're still here?" Greta asked and then I looked at the clock and realized that it was already after ten pm and the library normally closed at ten.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize it was this late."
"No, it's okay. You must have a good book."
I nodded.
"But now I have to lock the doors so it would be..."
"Yeah, sure. I'm sorry. I'll pack my things and go home." I jumped up and realized how my legs were enjoying the standing. They had to sit down for such a long time and were only allowed to move during short breaks for the bathroom.
"Are you taking the bus home?"
"Yes" I lied. I wouldn't get the last bus home so I would walk but that wasn't bad.
"Okay, then come home save, Lauren. See you"
I waved her goodbye and then I walked out. It was raining and after only a few minutes I was completely wet. But I didn't care. I just walked home with my hood up and my hands deep in my pockets. I stopped to buy some fries and ate them under a canopy from a random house before walking home again.
And when I reached my street I realized it was only one minute before the next day would start. One more minute until Thursday. I kept walking and when I reached our porch I was relieved because Wednesday was over. Another one was finally over. I made it through another one.
Hey! Thank you so much for reading! So this is my new story and I wrote it two month ago or something. I hope you'll like it! This chapter was more like a prologue so you will meet the rest of the family in the next part. I will probably upload the next chapter tomorrow or the day after! Thank you so much and please tell me what you think so far. :)
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