The girl's fingertips brushed lightly on the covers. She seemed to know every part of this place and she walked with a grace that gave an aura of complete contentment. The fingers stopped and a faint smile came across the girl's lips, her fingers slid her choice from the shelf. Then she went to a chair but did not open the book. There was something in her nature that made her simply curious about other people. So she first scanned the room her eyes focusing on the titles of the other books. There was a young boy with a Star Wars comic, a boy next to him with a horrible history labelled 'The Terrible Tudors' a group of girls each with either a romance that was bound to end with tragedy and a broken heart or a book with divorce, separation and the tortures of being a teenage girl with embarrassing or nosey parents.
The boy whom she knew was a hailed maths genius was ploughing over a book labelled the 'history of maths' whilst the Mr 'I'm going to be prime minister one day' was pouring over 'Private Eye' always with a malicious little grin on his face. Seeing as she only had a few minutes left, she went to take out her book, and while the librarian scanned it in and wrote it down her eyes scanned the room for the hundredth time.
The first third of the room was full of shelves of books full of maybe millions of words, words of sadness, joy, triumph, failure, chastity, desire, confusion, intelligence, stupidity, terror, laughter so many different words and emotions, so many that it made her smile-one of those little smiles that said 'I've got a secret but I'm not going to tell you what it is'. It seemed to her that it would take twenty years to read them all. All those stories, facts and figures, this shrine of lives and people. A crisp clear light was flowing through the windows and the shelves cast long sweeping shadows. The book was securely hers for a fortnight so she went back to her chair, slipped the book inside her bag and then walked amongst the shelves again just looking at the titles with the intent purpose of remembering the plots she loved. She walked as if in a dream as her mind flew through the ideas, the ugly yet beautiful worlds and places that somebody else thought of. She felt as if she was flying like an eagle, with her wings brushing on sweet and sad tales driving toads, Roly Poly Birds, white rabbits, striped pyjamas, giant turtles, misunderstandings, first impressions, bloody daggers, chiming bells, bombs, explosions, deaths, violins, Cyclopes, enchanted rings, talking hats, clues, murders, savage lions, dragons, rubies, never growing up , lost Dalmatians, Unrequited loves, loneliness, starvation, adrelinine, wars, fatal mistakes, powerful Gods, believing in yourself, kindness, destiny, swords, one legged men, kooky aliens, stars, black holes, prejudice.....
The bell rang. She sighed, and swung her bag onto her shoulder and left the room.