3rd Person perspective
Georgia walked up the pavement, the streets were packed with cars beeping their horns, the drivers impatient to get to work. For her, she had all the time in the world. Georgia was a total bookworm, she loved delving into a book, getting way too obsessed and imagining what it would be like to actually be the character. She was also a romance geek, going crazy for even a hint of romance. She carried on walking, her blonde curls swinging to and fro as she held her head high and a smile plastered on her face until she finally reached her destination.
The library. A place full of books, pages and pages of words meant to be read, a place of many different types of genres for many different types of people. She stepped in, pulling open the door and nodding towards the librarian as she walked over to her usual spot in the corner. A small, wooden table, normally mugs and piles of books placed on top, and a comfy, pale blue chair next to it, perfect for sitting and reading in peace.
As she sat down, pulling out three books from her handbag, Georgia noticed something out of the ordinary, a... book? It was too dark to be navy blue yet too light to be black. The book was torn at some edges and had various coffee stains speckled all over the cover. Whatever it was, it had been used, maybe recently, maybe a long time ago. But it was no doubt that it was definitely someone's prized possession, maybe even it still was.
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The Notebook
Teen FictionOpening up the book, I was rather hesitant, nervous even, looking into someone's private thoughts was never on my bucket list and I didn't intend for it to be. ----------------------------------------------------------- She was a normal girl in town...
