The Library

Blue Eyed Boy

The library is my home. I know I sound like a total nerd. But I sort of am. I've read almost all the books and have reread many. I know every part of every corner, bookshelf, and even wall of the library. You think it would be boring but you see a lot of interesting people. There's Madina. A 47 year old hippie who was born in Egypt and moved to seven other countries. Her stories are pretty amazing. There's Mr. Ludo who is obsessed with astronomy and reads nothing but astronomy. And Miss. Kennedy. The cheerful librarian. Knowing where everything is and who everyone is makes it my home.

It wasn't until this Thursday when I felt a little less at home and a little more awkward. My nose was comfy in a new fictional book called "Miracles And Misfits" when my eyes were blinded by the sunlight that was shining in from the library door. The light slowly dimmed and revealed an unfamiliar face. A boy. His smile warmed my heart. His sandy colored hair was pushed to the side of his face to show off his bold baby blue eyes and his black glasses were tilled slightly to the right. Everything about him made me burn with nervousness. I clenched my stomach trying to stop small tingles. Butterflies. What was this feeling? For the first time, the library was unsafe. It couldn't protect me from the view of the blue eyed boy. It couldn't stop me from being pushed into the unknown. And for the actual first time in my life, my fingers released the grasp it had on my book and made it drop on the floor. I froze. I didn't even think of the book. My thoughts flooded with one thing only. One person. Before I knew it, he made his way next to me and picked up my book. He grabbed it and slowly handed it to me with a smile. "You dropped your book." He said with a silky low voice. I took the book from his hand. His fingers quickly touched mine and I blushed. My eyes lingered for a second into the depths of his eyes and for what seemed like an eternity, the world didn't exist.