1.Library
I place the book on the shelf, sighing as I push the cart of books towards the geography section. I look around as I walk around the bookshelves looking for which books to try later when I’m done arranging the recently returned books and the books that aren’t in their proper places. I sighed again when I heard a slight squeaking noise coming from the cart.
The wheels of the cart were slightly squeaking since the janitor hadn’t oiled it yet. The cart itself was also getting old and rusty. I think this was the cart I used ever since I started working here when I was ten. Maybe I should go ask Mrs. Sanford to tell someone to replace the cart or something. Mrs. Sanford was our school librarian. She was the only other person I talk freely to.
It was a Friday today, a week after that blonde haired, brown eyed boy talked to me, and I was just in the middle of my shift in our school library. I had volunteered to be an assistant of Mrs. Sanford since I had nothing better to do during the clubs period and because I got the liberty of reading all afternoon. Now I have a shift every blub period, which is every Monday after lunch and forward, Wednesday morning until before recess, and Friday after recess until before lunch, which is now.
I tie my brownish red hair up into a messy bun, kicking the cart forward as I walk. I place the recently returned book in its original place in the geography section. I took another book out of the cart and saw it was from the astronomy section so made my way there. I whistle a made up tune, bored out of my mind, so I pick up a random book from the cart, reading it as I walk.
“Ouch.” I say when the cart bumped into a shelf and the handle pressed onto my abdomen.
Rubbing my belly, I pull out a strawberry flavored pop tart from my pocket, opening the wrapper and eating it. I know we’re not allowed to eat in the library, but hey, everyone breaks the rules at some point of our life. I already broke this rule last year anyways. I was studying for a test during lunch, hungry as hell, so I ate sunflower seeds while I studied.
I put it back in the pocket of my hoodie when I reach the astronomy section.
As I looked around the astronomy section for the lane where the book was supposed to be in, I spotted a “The Fault In Our Stars” book. I quietly laugh at how idiotic the person must be to put this book in the astronomy section just because it has the word “stars” in it. Believe it or not, our school has a romance section. I don’t really know whether or not other schools have one but ours does.
I quickly get the book and shriek as I felt something cold touch my cheek. Or rather, a cold hand touch my cheek. I saw the hand quickly pull away through the bookshelf and I supposed their elbow banged against the wood because there was a loud banging noise and some cursing. I peek through the books to see who the person was, but I only saw his shoulders as he paces back and forth, cursing at his elbow. Then he peeks through the books and I see familiar brown eyes.
“You again?” I asked.
He shrugged. “So I’m guessing you weren’t here for me?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m on my shift.” Then my eyes wandered to the book he was about to get. “You were about to read The Fault In Our Stars?” I raise an eyebrow.
He quickly shook his head. “No! I was, uh, I was about to leave it in the romance section so that they’d place it back in the right place. Either way I think it’s a funny pun seeing a fault in our stars book in the astronomy section.”
“That’s my job to bring books to their proper places. You didn’t need to do that. And I think it was pretty idiotic of them.” I said.
YOU ARE READING
That Girl No One Understands
Short Story"No one has ever understood me..." Solitaria Cross is a shy girl. She's religious, smart, and lovable. Her family loves her, she the perfect granddaughter, and niece. But she has no friends, she has no parents. Her mother died in a shipwreck, her fa...
