She's With The Band

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Hi guys!
Oh god I'm nervous to re-release this but here we are.

I hope you guys like it :)

Aubrey's Point of View:

Going to a library fifteen times in two months seems a bit excessive right? Especially considering the fact that if you're trying to take out a book that's not there, you could always buy said book and keep it for yourself, instead of waiting until whoever has rented out the book brings it back. I have money, and I'm very fortunate in that aspect. If I wanted I could drive over to Barnes & Noble, and buy fifteen copies of the book I've been trying to get. For some reason I've decided to be stubborn about this though. The book I've been waiting for is...

"The Catcher in The Rye."

I normally come to the library a lot so it's not too unusual. I revel in going to old libraries and taking out books instead of going to a store and buying them. I love the texture of the old books I've taken out. How they look and feel old, as if they've been passed around and taken out by hundreds of people, but also how the story is new to people who haven't read it yet.

The Catcher in the Rye is such an iconic piece of literature, and I have yet to read it yet. I've even been mocked by my professor who almost fainted after I had confessed to not having read this book yet. What bothers me about this ludicrous situation is that someone else has it, and hasn't returned it yet. When you take out a book you can take it out for two weeks and then renew it. That's the rule, and the way rules work is that you're supposed to follow them. God, it would be so easy to just order the book off of Amazon or something, but I really want to see the person who is keeping this excellent piece of literature from me.

I stepped out of my car walked across the concrete parking lot, it was cold out and I was thankful at that moment for my charcoal colored peacoat. I took my frigid hands away from the warmth of my pockets and brought them up to adjust the cream colored turtle neck that was causing the skin on my neck to become red and irritated by the minute.

I opened the door to the library and a wave of heat hit my face. My cheeks that had been flushed and cold immediately stung due to the rapid change in temperature. I ignored it though, and walked up the small flight of steps before opening the next glass doors where I would really be entering the library.

I turned the corner as I was greeted by some familiar faces. Most of the smiles came from older women in their late sixties to early seventies. I sometimes come to the library to volunteer with the elderly. Like sometimes they will have bingo night or different types of games and events that I can help out with when I'm not overloaded with classwork. I love helping people, and I love to help out when I can... I always wished someone could've helped me.

"Hey Helene. Do you have it yet?" I asked tiredly with a weak smile. I bent my elbow on the desk in front of me, and leaned my now warm cheek against my open palm.

Helene is one of the receptionists at the library. She's one of the sweetest ladies I've ever met in my life, and she's been so kind to me since I've been here. Helene is tiny, she's about five feet tall and is in her early seventies. Helene tells the other women that work at the library that I'm her granddaughter even though I'm not. Angel Aubrey is what she calls me.

With a sweet smile Helene disappointed me by shaking her head no ever so slowly and saying "I'm sorry angel, whoever has it hasn't returned it yet!" Helene looked like she was trying to look something up on the computer and was stressing out.

"Oh please don't worry about it. It's fine, I'm just going to buy the book." I laughed as Helene smiled.

"Whoever that person is, is going to have to pay some money! They're over two months late, but don't worry you'll be the first to get it no matter what." she reassured me with a soft smile. I smiled at her kind gesture, she's adorable and the person will have to pay fifteen dollars at most.