The Notebook

Resist

Georgia's P.O.V

It was the day after, the last day of the glorious weekend, yet I couldn't stop thinking about that book. Why? It intrigued me and nothing could help. Even reading a chapter of a Jane Austen novel couldn't suffice. God, why is life so damn hard?! Laying on my bed, pillows strewn everywhere, I contemplated what to do until I heard a voice shout from below, "Georgia! Can you please take the dog out for a walk, you didn't do it yesterday!"

("GoD dAmnIT gEorGia!" - My friend.)

I got off my bed, pulling on my winter coat whilst shouting down, "Alright, Alright!" As I got downstairs, my Caramel labrador bounded over to me, his tongue lolling out and his collar and leash around his neck. I knelt down to stroke her on the head, whispering into her ear, "Alright girl, let's go, I don't particularly know where but we'll improvise." She looked at me, completely oblivious to my words before she ran over to the door, dragging me with her, "Yes I know, calm down!" 

It was the complete opposite of yesterday, rain had fallen not long ago so of course Bella had to go and roll in them, "You stupid dog- no!" I stopped to let her do her business and to wrap myself in wooly clothing before carrying on down the sidewalk. The sky was dull and grey, clouds scattered everywhere as it was forecast to rain once more today, fun. I reached into my bag to pull out a book before-

'Yes! An idea,' I thought, hurriedly walking down the pavement, Bella  beginning to run beside me, stopping to a instant halt outside the large, brick building. "Stay here, girl." I said, securing her leash to a pole, "I won't be long-"

As I rushed into the library, I walked over to my usual corner, digging out the tattered book, "Where is it... where the hell is the book?" I couldn't find it and yet, I had basically turned the chair upside down. Had anyone moved it? I began searching around the chair. Underneath it was only cobwebs and empty sweet wrappers and beside it was only the table so I had to look further. The bookcase nearby had many old books in it, 'bingo.' I dug through, making such a racket that the librarian personally had to come over and scold me, telling me that the library was a public place, not my bedroom. I nodded shyly at her as I wasn't the best in talking to strangers, then, sighing and giving up, I fell back onto the chair, closing my eyes and resting.

"The dog's going to hate me," I mumbled, tugging at my jumper sleeve as a budged in my chair, feeling uncomfortable. I felt something underneath me and my mouth dropped open, letting out a little gasp. It was there! Underneath the chair cushion, covered in muck and dust, was the Notebook. I picked it up in sheer delight, running out of the library back to where my dog was sat, howling in the middle of the sidewalk.

A group of people stood around her, speaking loudly, cursing and complaining about the canine, "Excuse me! What are you all doing around my dog?" I pushed through the hoard of people, standing beside the caramel dog that had only just stopped howling.

"That's your dog?! It's been howling for the last 20 minutes! People need to work!"

"Get a hold of yourself, lady, learn how to take care of your mutt!"

I turned back to look at Bella, who had a smug look on her face like she had just won an Olympic gold medal, I shot her a death glare, unwrapping her leash and edging away from the crowd. "Sorry! I didn't expect to be in there for long! So sorry!"

As I continued to walk down the road, away from the mob of angry people, the crowd began to disperse and go their own way with some sticking around to throw in another insult at me or my animal before I finally gave in and gave them the middle finger. I glanced down at my dog, who was padding along beside me, sniffing at other passing animals or scents thst interested her. I sighed, pulling my hood over my head, "Bella, I know you're a dog and you have no human knowledge but please please pleaseee don't do that again, That was mortifying. Honest to god," I carried on walking until I clashed. Clashed with another person walking the opposite way, "What the-" I fell back onto the concrete floor.