The bell chimed 3:00 o'clock to announce the end of the school week. I got up from my old, wooden desk in the back right corner of Mrs. William's classroom. The chair squealed as I pushed it back out from the table. I left room #32 and entered the
hallway I could hear nothing but chatter and talking. I walked down the hall and turned to my locker. As I put in my code, 32-0-14, I felt the excitement when I realized that I got to stay at my dad's house that weekend. His house was closer to Arthur's library. When I opened my locker it made a loud squeak. I put my books in my bag and zipped it up. I pulled my jacket on and slung my bag over my shoulder. I slammed my locker door closed, then made my way to the elementary hallway.
When I arrived in Azalea's classroom I immediately noticed her bouncing curls. I walked over to the sign-out sheet and signed my name on the line titled Azalea Taylor. I walked over and saw her chatting with the other girls in her class. I could recognize them from her birthday party, but I couldn't remember any of their names.
"Azalea, time to go to the library," I mumbled softly.
"Really!" she cheered excitedly. She turned to the group of girls and said, "See you on Monday!"
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Linden's Library
Mystery / ThrillerInspired by the Harris Burdick mystery. Violet Taylor is a quiet girl who has a rough home life. She loves going to the library with her sister to hear wonderfully crafted stories. One day Arthur steps up his game and tells a spooky story about a gi...
