Anna And Antasia- ON HOLD

Chapter 2- 'Weird'

Hi... I'm not dead. VERY SHORT CHAPPIEEE~

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Love... Do you believe in it? Before you point and say I'm a heartless monster, well I'm not! I just think it's hard to get and you'd never get it perfect! It's like spending all your time and sacrifice all your social connections to write one song, and then people starts making fun of you when it's all done... No outcome! But I guess that's my opinion and it will stay that way, hopefully.

I lightly patted my feet on the ground as the bell for the 5th class rings, making my way to Literature, which by the way, is the most enjoyable class in this pit-hole full of racist and unaccepting people.

The halls to the left wing of the Senior building were empty, no suprise, apparently it's all about sports now. The left wing consists of all the 'artistic' classes and seldom people take intrest in them. I don't know what's in their heads but to me, Photograpy and Painting sounds way~ better then Footy or whatever.

There are 5 currently used rooms in the left wing, all big and full of space. The hall's walls were filled with quotes, paintings/drawings, pictures and short stories and poems. It fills me up when a brand new work hung up.

As I was pondering, I reached the room I was looking for... The door was a light and calming turqoise colour with a silver knob that tingles my excitement. I reached my hand and slowly, dramatically, turned the knob and lightly pushed the large piece of wood... Revealing a roomy classroom with wooden stools and paper scattered everywhere. Pencils and rulers can be seen messed up on the small cubbies.

Walking towards the teacher's steel desk, I picked up the square cut note neatly placed on the stack of Harry Potter books. I read the letters, squinting my midnight blue orbs.

Anna,

I'm in the library shelfing books...

Apparently, it was my turn to clean up the left wing's library!

Come to the library, or stay in class if you don't wanna get you butt kicked by Mrs. Principle

Yes, I've heard about you and  French Class! No one told her about it and I hope it'd stay that way!

So don't try to skip class again, missy!

Your awesome teacher,

Mr. Hemmings

(PS> They now have the Hunger Games trioligy stocked up! You should better check it out...)

Mr. Hemmings was a kind and cheerful teacher, only teaching Literature. He's my favorite teacher. Usually, Hemmings would go around the left wing's halls hanging up pictures but I've never thought he'd shelf books too!

I folded up the paper and rushed outside, gripping my floral backpack slightly.

I shuffled my feet through the quiet halls and into the biggest room, Library.

I was greeted by a bundle of shelves, bookcases, thropies, computers and BOOKS! EVERYWHERE! I'm a big book fanatic that even my Granparents call me BookWorm.... Because I always have my head dug in one.

I snapped out of my fangirling self and called out for the plump and white bearded proffesor. A few minutes settled in and no sign, so I sat on a chair and started flipping through a random book... Which caught my eye, "A Magical World?" I mumbled to myself.

Soon, a rustling came from the Attic... Rats? Then a loud thump waved the whole room. A shiver came coursing through my veins.

"Wh-who's there?" I cocked, jumping off the leather seat and put a dictionary to cover me.

A familiar laugh echoed, a sound of shuffling feet can be heard as I raise my book higher in need of attack. "Don't worry Anna! Just me!" Mr.Nemmings smiled. I sighed a breath of relief.

He came out of the Attic and just by the corner of my eyes, I saw a puff of yellow sparkles. Huh... Weird!