A Bit of Comfort (Open)
Jun 9, 2010 20:22:19 GMT -5
Post by Summer Fox on Jun 9, 2010 20:22:19 GMT -5
Summer walked into the library and couldn't help smiling. She was so glad that she'd come here first upon arriving at Hammel. Being told by complete strangers that she had "special powers" (that gave her seizures, no less--if those were special powers, she'd take normality, thanks) had not been the greatest moment of her life, even if she had been glad to leave her old school. This library almost made up for all of that, though. The library at her old school had been a single cramped room with books that would help kids do research for papers, but little else. No long aisles where all you could see were bookshelves or lonely tables that just begged for you to come sit at them and read for a while. This was what a library was supposed to be, and she didn't even have to go off campus to find it. Especially since she, you know, shouldn't. The air might not be clean and she might have a seizure. Again.
She almost would have preferred epilepsy, which didn't really have a cause for her to worry about. Harder to control, yes. But she could have done more, without worrying that air might not be clean, and she might accidentally take in some pollution.
Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, she took a deep breath. Instantly (so much for thought clearing), she remembered that technically, she didn't have to. Defiantly, she almost took another one before remembering that that would be silly and would serve absolutely no point. So she didn't take another deep breath, but she kept up her regular breathing. A few parts defiance, but mostly habit.
Trying to ignore anything that had anything to do with her powers, she stepped between the shelves, running her fingers along the books. She wasn't even sure what section of the library she was in, but she didn't particularly care. She was willing to read just about everything. She'd always sort of wanted to know anything--which had backfired when she'd ended up learning too much and skipping a grade, which did not endear her to the social scene--and books were so much more reliable (and, honestly, cozy, though she felt like an idiot just thinking that) than any other method. Computers were all well and good, but nothing could beat a nice, firm book in your hand, or arms, or on your lap, or whatever. Pulling one out at random, she opened it without checking to see what the title was. Sometimes she wanted something specific, but right now, she just wanted something. A comfort in a sea of doubt. An anchor in the storm. A...better metaphor, since that one sucked sounded melodramatic with it. Basically, she just wanted a book.
She almost would have preferred epilepsy, which didn't really have a cause for her to worry about. Harder to control, yes. But she could have done more, without worrying that air might not be clean, and she might accidentally take in some pollution.
Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, she took a deep breath. Instantly (so much for thought clearing), she remembered that technically, she didn't have to. Defiantly, she almost took another one before remembering that that would be silly and would serve absolutely no point. So she didn't take another deep breath, but she kept up her regular breathing. A few parts defiance, but mostly habit.
Trying to ignore anything that had anything to do with her powers, she stepped between the shelves, running her fingers along the books. She wasn't even sure what section of the library she was in, but she didn't particularly care. She was willing to read just about everything. She'd always sort of wanted to know anything--which had backfired when she'd ended up learning too much and skipping a grade, which did not endear her to the social scene--and books were so much more reliable (and, honestly, cozy, though she felt like an idiot just thinking that) than any other method. Computers were all well and good, but nothing could beat a nice, firm book in your hand, or arms, or on your lap, or whatever. Pulling one out at random, she opened it without checking to see what the title was. Sometimes she wanted something specific, but right now, she just wanted something. A comfort in a sea of doubt. An anchor in the storm. A...better metaphor, since that one sucked sounded melodramatic with it. Basically, she just wanted a book.
