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Post by pleasantlystrange on Mar 31, 2013 19:27:39 GMT -5
Since it was his first day, James wanted to check out the library. It was really his favorite place to be since reading and writing were one of his favorite hobbies. He could focus more on his writing in a library than a classroom or even at home. As of right now, he was working on his first novel and well, it wasn't going to well. It often frustrated him that he couldn't think of anything to write. He barely had a sentence.
It was his lunch time and he had about 30 minutes or so, to work on his writing. He entered the library, looking at his surroundings. The library at his old school was a lot bigger than this one but it will do. Not that many people were here and that was a good thing. James didn't like a lot of distractions. He walked over to the corner and grabbed a sit by a window, as he sat down, he reached into his bag and got his notebook and pencil out. He also grabbed his bottle of water since that was going to be his lunch. Opening his notebook, he took a deep breath and tried to concentrate.
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Post by KATHERINE AMELIE DUCHESNE on Apr 3, 2013 15:54:39 GMT -5
Katherine entered the library, tossing the apple core that had, five minutes prior, held her lunch into the trash bin by the door. She had decided to skip lunch in favor of finding a new book to read, hoping it might give her some inspiration for her own writing. She immediately headed toward her favorite section of the library – all of the old, dusty books that most people didn’t even touch. Most of them were history books, her favorite. She turned the corner to the aisle she wanted sharply , then hesitated a step as she took in the figure sitting by the window. She stopped near the beginning of the aisle, and set her bookbag down, trying to focus on scanning the shelves for something new. Her eyes, however, kept wandering over to the boy sitting at the window. She had never seen him in the library before, which was saying something, considering she usually spent several hours of her afternoons in here. Not wanting him to catch her looking, she forced herself to decide on an interesting-looking cover. The only problem was that it was on the top shelf, a considerable task for the five-foot-two freshman. She stepped back for a moment, hands on her hips, as she looked the shelf up and down, trying to decide on the best plan of action. She stepped up to the shelf, placing her toes on the edge of the base of the shelf, stretching as far as she could. She felt her fingers brush the book she wanted, but as she went to grab it, her right boot slipped, and she began to fall. She stumbled back from the shelf, regaining her balance but accidentally pulling two or three large books with her. They hit the floor with loud thuds, causing her to wince. She wasn’t a fan of loud noises, and the library was definitely not the place for them. She glanced around, murmuring a quiet apology to no one in particular. She picked up the books, glancing back and forth between them and the high shelf from which they had fallen. There was no way she could reach all the way up there, and she wasn’t about to just leave them on the incorrect shelf. She looked around for someone she knew to help, but being that it was lunchtime, the library was nearly empty. She sighed, deciding that the stranger by the window was her only hope. Katherine brushed herself off, cradling the books against her hip and quickly but quietly made her way down the aisle. She stopped beside the dark-haired boy and paused a moment before speaking. “Excuse me,” she began in a quiet, delicate voice. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, but could you, uh, possibly help me reshelve these?” She gestured to the books with her free hand and stood there, biting her lip as she waited for his reply. WORDS: 487 OUTIFT: CLICKNOTES: Sorry it’s mostly just leading up to the interaction!
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