Different

Chapter Six

As soon as I headed out into the storm I felt as if I'd made a huge mistake. Snow was whipping around my face so I could barely see, the wind was so strong that I could barely stand, the pavement was so slippy that I fell at every step. That's when I realised how pent up and anxious I felt!

I stopped dead in the middle of the street, closed my eyes, and visualized the snow settling into a thick, white blanket on the ground. After a few minutes I slowly opened my eyes, blinking heavily in the bright light. And I realised...the snow had settled on the pavement! The only problem I then had was making my way to the library.

After trudging through the thick snow for a good 20 minutes, I reached the library. The minute I walked through the door, the librarian narrowed her eyes at me and scowls.

Slightly deterred by this oh-so warm welcome, I walked towards the side of the library labeled "Myths And Legends". 

I searched for a good 10 minutes before I found it. It was a massive, like I mean HUGE book, with a dusty brown cover and gold lettering on the spine that read: From Asgard to Valhalla: the remarkable history of the Norse Myths.

Then I had to decide whether to stay in the library and possibly get frostbite from the icy glares of the librarians, or take the book out, and risk getting real frostbite from how long it would take me to lug the massive thing home.

After considering my options, I came up with a better plan; I'd take the book out, sit across the street at Starbucks, give the book back to the library, and walk home hassle free. Ok, maybe it was a bit more fussy then the other two plans but hey! I'd get a latte and a cookie thrown into it.

So then, the only problem would be taking the book out, I mean... I'm not exactly the librarians biggest fan.

I looked over at the machine where you scan the books to take them out. Crap. The head librarian was standing there, reading some boring-ass looking book about the civil war. I mean, how interesting can a civil war be??

Anyway I stood there like a dumbass for about ten minutes until a group of kids outside caught my attention. They were throwing snowballs, you see, and when one of them hit a window to someone's house, the person came out angrily to confront them, only to find that they'd run off.

This gave me an idea. I positioned myself as close as I possibly could to the machines without the librarian seeing me. Then, I felt that oh so familiar icy tingle up the back of my spine.

Snow. Form it to a snowball. Form it. In my minds eye I could see it; the crunchy snow smoothing itself into a ball. Now throw it, throw it at the window. My hands lifted slightly as I pictured lifting the snowball. Slowly pick it up. Slowly, slowly now THROW IT!

There was a deafening clang to my right as a snowball as big as a basketball hit the window. It slowly slid down, leaving a massive crack in the glass behind it.

Crap. I didn't mean to make it that big.

The librarian ran outside with a gasp;there was no time to lose.

With the book held tightly in my arms, I did a stupid looking half run to the machines. I scanned it, cursing my fumbling fingers as I did so. I got it done in all of 20 seconds, slid the book into my satchel, and hauled ass out of there. I felt only a minor flash of guilt as I saw the crack my snowball had made in the window.

I mean, they're probably insured anyway.