Everyday is Unmatched, Unique and a Beauty

Just a Day? II

Belle gazed at her house for the last time and then started to walk away. She didn't lift her eyes from the road to face anything. She was feeling too guilty to meet anyone's eyes.

And then, she stopped at a familiar spot. She lifted her eyes and saw the busy streets. It was Sunday and it meant, the busiest day in the local bookshop.

'The Bluebell Bookshop', was a familiar name for Belle. She sighed and went inside. She might end up breaking a bone or two due to work.

"Hi, Belle." A fellow worker greeted her as she entered the shop.

"Ya, hi!" Belle greeted back.

"Hurry up or Dreck is seriously going to cut your salary now. Go and change into your uniform," said her fellow mate as Belle quickly nodded and hurried inside to get changed.

She folded up the sleeves of her uniform up to her elbows and wrapped the apron around her waist as she straightened down her skirt.

Yes, she lied to her mother. She wasn't working in a big firm, instead, she worked in a bookshop. Yes, she promised to stay away from these stupid so-called storybooks but she couldn't. They were her life. In her boring life if anything could brighten up her day, then it was a book. Those so-called trash books.

How long had she been lying to her mother? Half a year. Half a year ago she had joined to work in this bookshop. And from then, that guilt had started to eat her out. She had also lied about her salary when her mother questioned her about it. She just stated that it would start with less.

How much time did she have to continue with the same? Half a year to go? But she wasn't sure she would be able to tell her mother about this any sooner or later. Yet, she wouldn't be able to take that stress till the time she could bring herself to that.

She opened her door and walked out. The day in the bookshop had just begun.

She gave a hi-fi to her co-worker who was sitting at the reception. Belle had attended people as a receptionist a lot of times but today, she was to assist herself with some new arrivals.

"Belle, these are the new arrivals. And here's the list." The receptionist handed her the list as Belle attached her name tag to her crisp white shirt.

"Ah! Thanks, Jones," she said and lifted the carton of the new arrivals and head out to the different sections to keep the books.

She made sure that she had hidden 'The Dreamcatcher' at a place that normally people didn't venture into. Because 'The Dreamcatcher' was quite an expensive book for her to buy while keeping a check of her savings, she didn't want to let it sell off before she even completed reading it. And then, the book was quite interesting to hook you on its plot.

But after a few hours when she finally had the chance to get to her favourite book, she found a boy standing her the bookshelf and in his hands was 'The Dreamcatcher'.

Belle seemed to have been fixed at her spot on the appearance of the boy. He had dirty blonde hair with a pair of hazelnut brown eyes. He was even a little fairer than her.

The boy seemed to have noticed her presence too and turned his gaze towards her making her a little uncomfortable.

"Is this your book?" He asked.

"No," Belle answered.

"Are you sure you're going to buy it?" she asked.

"No, it's a little too expensive," he answered, "And the way it was kept here, I can say someone wanted to monopolize it. Right?"

Belle was suddenly at a loss for words. He nailed every point correctly.

"You can't afford this book, right?" He gave off another statement.