Can i buy you a book?

Chapter one - Usual day

My eyes were stinging due to the rays that loved waking me up every morning. I promise everyday that I would close the curtain before I fell asleep so I could wake up with the irritating alarm noise like a normal person would. But here we are, another day, just like the rest. You must be wondering why I don't close it at night. I love to admire the moon; how the clouds cover it at different times; the countless stars that glow. The beauty of the night sky is different. It is so mysterious yet so peaceful. It makes my mind run with thousand questions then it also makes my worst days peaceful. I always fell asleep staring at it.

Now you are wondering why I think about all this? Simple, I am hopeless romantic. I read tons of books. That way I was supposed to be creative right? No. I can't because I suck at English. I wasn't born here. I am from Bangladesh. Not that we don't know English. People there can speak like people in states. I am just so engrossed talking in my language, that I forget simple English.

Anyhow, just like any other day, and let me tell you I am not the kind of girl who thinks life is boring and la la la la. No. I love my life, every bit of it. Ok maybe not doing the tiring jobs. I smiled at myself like I am in some kind of movie. It isn't a bit strange because I always wanted to be in one, except I don't think I would be able to be in one. Not that I am ugly, people find my skin color on point. It is neither dark nor fair. Just tan, a bit yellowish color. Don't think I am a racist. No I like all kind of people. As a matter of fact for some reason I find every other person beautiful. I believe everyone is beautiful on their own way.

Some have beautiful eyes while others breathtaking smile. Please don't think I am creepy or something I just have a good observing skill. I jumped out of my bed and did my morning routine. It was a beautiful day. I got dressed as fast as possible to avoid putting on makeup. I was wondering what to do today. My friend Daphney went for a trip to Paris; lucky her. I definitely didn't feel like meeting Ashley. I don't hate her. Hate is a strong word. I just can't stand her for too long but if Daph is there I don't mind. All Ashley can talk about is her recent boyfriend. I swear she had fallen in love three times in a week. Let me remind you this is how her week goes throughout the whole year.

I lazily walked around my house. I thought maybe a visit to the book shop wouldn't be that bad. I could buy another treasure item. What? I love books. I take care of them like they are my child. They are my little babies. I remember how I cried for 2 hours straight when Daph once lost my Romeo and Juliet book.

I looked at my car. I didn't need it. The book store was just down the street. I started walking and one thing I liked about that was I could look around me. The air felt good and the trees were dry, looked like winter was coming. I greeted Mr. Theo and his wife. They were the oldest couple here and they are so in love. I often stare at them at the park and wish that someday I am in their place with my prince charming. Ok cliché.

I never realized I was there. Dayyum I do observe a lot. It's not like I stare like creepy stalker. No. I look at them with admiration and in a peaceful way. These are not my thoughts they are Ashley's. I opened the store's door. The bell made its tinkling sound. I have always been fond of charms and the bells because of their sounds. I walked to Rose.

"Hello Rose. How are you?" I asked her.

"Great. Give me your hair Julia. I am in love with this long thick black hair. Wait did you color them?" she gasped. I chuckled

"Hun just a little bit so it gives of this chocolate brownish shade." I assured her.

She scoffed. "I still love your hair black. They were prettier. But you do look hot. You even got a haircut. Am I right?" she asked

"Yup. Anyhow you lost some weight. What up?" I asked curious

"The kids" she was smiling. It irritated me. How can she smile if they bothered her so much?

"Have you gotten any new books?" I asked looking around.

"You will find them at the last row waiting to be adopted." She replied with a wink.

Rose was a motherly figure to me. She knew about me more than I do.

I ran to the last row. I loved the smell of new book. Even if I didn't buy a book I smelt them. It has this different kind of smell. Call me freak but I like it. At least I am not sniffing a guy who I am deeply in love with. I never understood the smelling him or her. How does it matter? It is not that person's smell it is their shampoo or the dew.

I was looking through the books and the summary.  I smiled like crazy each and every time I took in the smell of yet another new book.