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Hi, names Aron. Aron Broncovich. I'm 17 years old and I live in Locklinn Manor with 2 brothers and 2 sisters, and 2 loving parents. I am the youngest of my sibling, Karen is 21 and she's in Varsity. Then there are the twins, Jake and Nate both boys, and they are 19 and are just hanging out and partying. Then there is my last sibling Bronwyn, she is 18 and in high school. she flunk gr. 9.

I don't go to high school, for obvious reasons, I am home schooled. I have only set my foot out of this house a maximum of fifteen times, to go somewhere other than the stables and the woods surrounding the house, and that terrified me. Ever since I discovered the Library I haven't had a reason to go anywhere for I am always somewhere in my thoughts, for there was a story I needed to get to.

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I woke up with a wild yawn and sat up on my bed looking forward to the latest book I was reading, The Broken Souls by Jack Kerley. its quite interesting about a bloody murder and a cop. But as usual I had to get my priorities straight. I took a shower and got dressed in black baggie pants and a long sleeve v-neck pale blue shirt, and a pair of socks.

I made my way to the kitchen and got myself a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice, I heard that there was nobody in the house so I assumed my parents were at work and my siblings somewhere else. I quickly ate my food and dranm my juice then put them in the sink, I'm sure one of the servants will clean them late on. They all made sure to stay away from me so that I didn't go in a state of shock.

I sometimes feel lonely that I don't have friends but most of the time I'm okay with it. I have my books so I'm pretty happy. I grabbed a water from the fridge and made my way directly to the library to go and read.

A person will think that I need glasses to read but I don't, I have remarkably good eyesight.

As I waked in I couldn't help but admire the place, even though I have been here a million times before, I can't help mut smell the dust, that woody scent along with old paper. I could see the book in the selves, the various sizes and colour, the thickness of pages. As I walked to my corner I felt the spines of the books, the roughness of some, the smoothness of others. I looked up and saw the lights flickering and also saw the books where they went up until they touched the ceiling. The place gave off an eerie feeling that I've grown use to.

I grabbed Broken Souls and flipped over to the page I was currently reading, I took a sip of water every now and then, but otherwise I just read, I looked up and felt like I should be else where searchng for something. So following my instinct I set the book down and stood up, walking past the rows for no point I was soon lost in the stacks.

I then stopped dead in my tracks, as I saw a very, very, very old book up in a case, you could see it was old, a few of the pages were torn and burned, they were quite thick, which made the book thick. There were pattern like drawing on the cover and words that i didn't understand, but I had a feeling that I was supposed to find this book. Like it was calling me, calling my soul.

The dark red colour of the book and the uniqueness of the pattern and words were drawing me, urging me to read it. I felt like I was in a trance, telling me to take this book and read it, to open the case and take ahold of it. As I looked more closely to it I could make out the name of the book, it said Life On The Other Side...

I started to reach out, my fingers itching, my body twitching in anticipation, my heartbeat picking up, my breathing shallow. my finger drew nearer, my body trembling,my eyes wide. I was almost touching the glass, almost there, hands shaking, body quaking, knees knocking, breathing out in short gasps. I felt like I was going to die of anxiousness and anticipating the new found excitement running through my veins I opened the glass case.

Suddenly I felt relieved that the case was open, but felt a sense of both discomfort and excitement flowing through me that I didn't care about the discomfort, I only wanted the book.

I started reaching out to it, but felt a force keeping me back, but I was determined to get the book.

I reached out and felt myself being pushed back, I felt the sweat running down my face, my body thrumming with excitedment, my knees knocking, my heartbeat erratic, my muscles sore and wobbly. I put my hand behind my elbow to push it towards the book but still it didn't move...

But determination made me push away the feeling of the cramo muscles, weak knees and with the sweat coming from me in waves, I was going to make sure I get the book if it the last of me.......

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