The Eternal Triangle

Who do they think they are?

"Alright class, we will be using this time to go to the library to check out our individual reading books. So if you'll please make you're way quietly to the library," Mr. Kendel, my previous A.P. Reading and English teacher, explained. Half way through his lecture he had to start speaking quicker, as most of his students had risen as soon as the words 'make your way' were uttered.

I stood and fell into step with the other kids. I recognized some of the faces from last year, but most were new, or I had forgotten them.

As soon as we entered the library the smell of books hit me like truck. I inhaled the wonderful musty smell that is the library and made my way to the science fiction section. I knew the exact book I wanted to read, and hopefully, it was still there. The library only had one copy.

It looked like another class had been released to look for their library books as well, seeing as I didn't recognize many of the other twenty - something kids in the room. I shrugged, didn't know the ones in my class very well either so it wouldn't have made a difference anyway.

The book was called "The Wrinkle in Time" by Madeleine L'Engle. There was a movie made in 2003, but I've never seen it and I don't intend to until I see how good the book is. Its sounds intresting enough. Its about a teenage girl who goes on adventure through time with her younger brother and her guy best friend to find her father, who was scientists.

Cool right? I know.

I searched the aisles for the 'L's until I found 'LE'. I put my fingers to the spines of the books and let them graze the different textured covers as I walked along, skiming the titles. My brain prosesing different names in less then seconds. I found the book and latched onto it, but I didn't notice that someone was doing the same coming from the other end until I bumped into a wall - Er , person.

"Oomph," the wall- Er person, and I yelped.

"Sorry," we said in unison. I looked up to meet grey eyes. No, wait. Not gray. Yes grey. Okay so they are grey, but they have green in them. . . Holy cow, what the heck is going on with this guy's eye balls?

"I'm sorry. I was just looking for this book," he lightly shook the book I was still holding onto. My eyes widened. "Guess I didn't see you, my bad," he rubbed the back of his neck like he was nervous or uncomfortable, but I wasn't paying attention anymore.

"That's my book," I blurt before I can stop myself. I mentally face palmed. What the heck Jesse! It's not even your book!

I know that it's just - I've been waiting on this book all summer. The public library didn't have it because there were so many people putting the book on hold I couldn't get it.

Yeah okay, but it's still not your book.

I know that. . . But I want it. So, I will have it.

Its not like I'm a brat who gets her way at the drop of a hat (hey that rhymed). I know I have to work for things and a value my possessions, but this - this is different. Its a book we're talking about.

"What?" He blinked at me then raised a confused eyebrow. Awe, cute. He doesn't realize he's about to loose.

"Okay so it's technically not my book, but it is. Does that make any sense to you?" He shook his head.

"No," I affirmed. "Okay well here's the thing. I," I gestured to myself with the hand not holding my summer dreams come true," have been waiting for this book for a very, very long time and I just really, really want to read it. So if you'd be ever so kind as too, oh I don't know, let go so I could check this out it would be greatly appreciated. " I persuaded with a sweet smile to top off the cake.