LibraryStuck

Prologue

In a quiet town much like any other, the cathedral bells ring, a bird chirps, and a few people stroll through the town sidewalk. The slow streams of water coming from the fountain splash back down, the continuing cycle brought forth and commemorated, just as it has since this centerpiece was built, commencing.

It looks like a young woman is setting up a stand of some sort.

Maybe we should check it out?

You know for a fact that this question was rhetorical, since the author has full reins in this story. Sit tight as the words go by. No need to rush things.

Pretend that if these words are making a picture, that the picture is way up in altitude. High above the town. The picture gradually zooms in so the story may continue in a way less...

Author Oriented.

Chapter One: Jurisdiction for Better or Worse

A few people walk by in front of some stores. A woman rolls out a stand draped in newspapers.

"HEY!" She yells towards the startled pedestrians.

They glance at the stand, not sure what they are supposed to do, or what they did.

"YEAH, YOU!" She motions for them to come over.

They wave their hands in a way that says 'I REALLY don't want to'.

"WELL, GUESS WHAT?" She asks.

They begrudgingly step a few paces closer.

"What?" One questions back, a slightly annoyed ting in their voice.

"I can tell your really dum8. And what 8etter way to fix that then reading one of these?" She holds up a newspaper.

The people flip her off and walk away, mumbling to each other about the stand owner.

"Pfft." She blows the hair from her face.

Something catches the corner of her eyes.

A cop.

She thinks that she better pipe down a little, but she quickly dismisses the thought when a new one comes to her mind.

By the looks of it, they're trying to be a 'classic cop.' Like, the ones with doughnuts and coffee. Even though both of those things suck. And the people that try to look like that probably suck even more.

The only thing that she needs to complete her 'lame stupid 8oring' costume is a newspaper.

"HEY! YOU!" She directs at the cop.

"WH4T?" The cop walks over.

"I like you little get up-"

"MY G3T UP?"

"Yes, 8ut it's missing one liiiiiiiitle thing." She finishes.

"WH4T'S 1T M1SS1NG?" She rolls her eyes a little.

"A newspaper." She holds one up again.

"OH Y34H?"Her tone is flat and unenthused.

"Yeah!"She caked some fake enthusiasm in there.

"W3LL, 1 TH1NK YOUE ST4ND 1S M1SS1NG SOM3TH1NG."

"WHAT!?" She looks really annoyed at the thought that her stand isn't at the level of perfection.

"1T'S M1SS1NG A NO1S3 V1OL4T1ON." The cop says while writing up a paper.

"W8, I wasn't 8eing loud until you came along!"

"W3LL..."

Another woman walked up to them after coming out of a store.

"Hello, Officer." She begins. "I have called in this person several times for being loud and disrespectful. I think it is causing the bookstore I work at to lose some business. I would be pleased if you make her move."

"T3LL YOU WH4T." The cop turns to the newspaper lady. "1F YOU MOV3 4ND P1P3 DOWN 4 L1TTL3, 1 WONT GIVE YOU TH1S T1CK3T."

"8ut I like it heeeeeeeere!" She whines.

"Please make her leave. She really won't shut up." Book-lady pleads.

"HEY!" Newspaper girl yells.

"MOV3 1T OR 1LL M4K3 YOU MOV3 4ND P4Y." The cop decides.

"8luuuuuuuuh! Fine! I'll move if it make you little pr8ssy losers happy."

"Thank goodness."

"Can it, 8uddy."

"WH3R3 4R3 YOU GO1NG TO MOV3 TO?" The cop interjects.

The bookstore lady leaves, her shoes making small tapping noises against the cement.

"May8e over there."

"1N FRONT OF TH3 L1BR4RY?"

"Sure, Why not?"

"W3LL, JUST K33P 1T DOWN."

"I will, okay Ms. Coppy Cop?"

"1TS T3R3Z1 PYROP3, L34D L3G1SL4SUR4TOR." She corrects. "4ND TH4T 1S V3RY MUCH OK4Y."

"What the heck is a 'Legislasur8or'?" She asks.

"ONLY TH3 COOL3ST, MOST M1GHTY AND JUR1SD1CT1ON4RY GROUP OF TROLL TH4T TH3R3 3V3R W4S." Terezi answers. "H3Y, WH4TS YOUR N4ME?"

"Vriska Serket." She starts shoving her cart across the ground.

"W3LL, 1 GOTT4 RUN. H4V3 FUN 1N YOUR N3W LOC4T1ON!" Terezi starts to walk away.

"Lousy stupid cop, meddling with my life." Vriska mutters to herself, watching the cop go.

She continues to shove the stand across the bricks. Once she gets to the right spot, she slumps down against the stand.

"Why do so many people care a8out what I do in my life, when it sucks as much as it does?" She questions herself. "I wish I could just be someone else. Anyone else. Even that stupid cop."

She starts to think about a lot of complex and personal things, when a thought about the stand rises up in her mind.

This is a stand for lousy stupid losers, and lousy stupid losers go to the library. Lousy stupid losers that go to the library are also pro8a8ly lousy stupid losers that 8ut newspapers. This might not 8e so 8ad after all.

She gets up after feeling like a self-conscious slump.

After a while a girl with her dog walk up to the stand.

"can i buy a paper?" The girl questions.

"8e my guest!" Vriska opens up the cash-register.

The girl picks out a print and gives her the appropriate exchange of money.

"thank you!" The girl put the paper in her backpack.

"No, thank you. Anyway, what's your name?" Vriska strikes up some small-chat.

"oh, my name's jade. and that's my dog, becquerel. how about you?"

"My name's Vriska. And I have a pet tarantula at home that I named SpiderMom, like, SpiderMan, 8ut with 'Mom' instead of 'Man'."

"eww." Jade wrinkles her nose. "spiders really aren't my thing, but if you have one i guess that's cool."

"She's pretty 8oring, actually. 8ut what do you expect a spider to do? Play a piano?" Vriska jokes.

"lol, yeah! totally!" She giggles a little. "well, i have to go! see you tomorrow!"

She jogged off with her dog.

It would be normal to assume that Vriska was thinking 'Oh yeah! A regular customer!' But it turns out that she was thinking something else. She was thinking that she might potentially make a friend.

All things set aside...I think a friend would 8e 8etter then the money.