Some journeys take us far from home (Abigail)
Mar 26, 2012 23:30:52 GMT -5
Post by Angela Chambers on Mar 26, 2012 23:30:52 GMT -5
Keeping her mind busy. That’s what was key for Angie to do. And she’d been doing it very well. Her studies, doing odd jobs around town, taking guitar lessons. Yet she found that she still had free time that allowed her mind to wonder.
She’d been reading a lot more lately. The library had almost become her dorm. If she wasn’t in class, doing a lesson, or helping somebody out around town, then she was here. Doing homework or reading. She would usually find a table at the back of the room and keep to herself, not wanting company really.
Today, like any other, she’d found a table at the back of the room and splayed her things across it. She was sure to make it clear the entire table was being used, hanging her jacket of the back of one chair and putting her backpack in the seat of the other. But then she walked away from it.
The concern that somebody might steal her things was nonexistent. She had nothing of value, nothing worth stealing. So if somebody did find it necessary to steal something of hers, it’d be easily replaced.
The only reason she walked away from her things was so she could wonder along the books, her fingers running along their bindings. She knew the old saying, ‘Never judge a book by its cover.’ But she didn’t particularly believe that. Sure, it was true with people. But actual books? Naaah.
If a cover caught her attention, she would pick it up off the self, flip through the pages a little, then usually put it back. But one caught her attention. The binding wasn’t special, except that it was entirely white, with the title of the book printed in plain black scroll. It was a part of The Chronicles of Narnia series, more specifically The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. She’d heard of it before, but nothing more. She hadn’t read much before coming to Hammel.
Holding it in her hands, she decided it was as good a book as any, and turned to return to her table. But she hadn’t realized there was a girl beside her and Angie bumped into her, dropping the book she’d just picked up. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” The young blonde girl spurted out quickly. “I wasn’t paying attention.” She added as she ducked, grabbing her book off the floor. When she stood back up, her cheeks were slightly pink from having run into this girl.
She’d been reading a lot more lately. The library had almost become her dorm. If she wasn’t in class, doing a lesson, or helping somebody out around town, then she was here. Doing homework or reading. She would usually find a table at the back of the room and keep to herself, not wanting company really.
Today, like any other, she’d found a table at the back of the room and splayed her things across it. She was sure to make it clear the entire table was being used, hanging her jacket of the back of one chair and putting her backpack in the seat of the other. But then she walked away from it.
The concern that somebody might steal her things was nonexistent. She had nothing of value, nothing worth stealing. So if somebody did find it necessary to steal something of hers, it’d be easily replaced.
The only reason she walked away from her things was so she could wonder along the books, her fingers running along their bindings. She knew the old saying, ‘Never judge a book by its cover.’ But she didn’t particularly believe that. Sure, it was true with people. But actual books? Naaah.
If a cover caught her attention, she would pick it up off the self, flip through the pages a little, then usually put it back. But one caught her attention. The binding wasn’t special, except that it was entirely white, with the title of the book printed in plain black scroll. It was a part of The Chronicles of Narnia series, more specifically The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. She’d heard of it before, but nothing more. She hadn’t read much before coming to Hammel.
Holding it in her hands, she decided it was as good a book as any, and turned to return to her table. But she hadn’t realized there was a girl beside her and Angie bumped into her, dropping the book she’d just picked up. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” The young blonde girl spurted out quickly. “I wasn’t paying attention.” She added as she ducked, grabbing her book off the floor. When she stood back up, her cheeks were slightly pink from having run into this girl.
