Authors note: You know, I should have an apology note that I should copy and paste onto every chapter I write.

I AM SO SO SO SORRY! I started reading Harry Potter (great series by the way) and I was lost in fandoms. I am completely lazy because I am kinda being consumed by my life and I considered giving up, but I read someone's fanfic, and they said they were a true writer who continues writing even if they have their own problems and I thought "I am a total slack-off and a jerk if I just give up. PERSEVERE EMILY COME ON!"

My birthday also passed and I'm officially old enough to be on this site!

Jane Brady perspective.

I pushed my glasses up on my head further, smoothing down my creased skirt. A stack of books sat atop my desk, blocking my view of the library. I sighed and reached for one, scanning the bar code to return it. After scanning all of them and pushing them onto my trolley, I stood up and groaned. My joints are not what they used to be, dang nabbit. Slowly, creakily, I pushed the trolley out of the checkin area. I'm grateful that the library was empty. Children point at me. One once asked "Miss, why are you so slow?"

I told her that the speed fairies cursed me to be eternally slow.

Chuckling at the thought, I pushed my way into the non-fiction section. Most of the books from there were from teens issuing so much for their exams. As I was re-shelving the books, I heard speaking a isle away. Curious, I peered through the cracks in the shelf.

Two people were there. One was a small, sickly-thin girl with red hair and a feathery red dress and coffee-coffee colored eyes. There was a boy next to her.

He was extremely tall and beefy. His orange t-shirt seemed bursting to the seams and his jeans would of fit an entire kindergarten class. His shoes probably would of been XXXXXL.

He had shaggy brown, matted hair and large brown eyes. I couldn't actually see his face clearly, strangely enough. The girl was standing next to large stacks of books, flipping through each one very quickly.

"Ella has read that one...Ella's read that one...Ella has read all of these! Ella has not found any book that she has not read."

"It is okay Ella! Tyson will reach up for more books!" The guy said. He reached up and grabbed a book, turning around to face the girl in the tiny isle. By doing so, his large frame knocked the shelf over!

"AHHHH!" I screamed as the bookshelf fell towards me. I tried to run but arthritis stopped me. I could feel the bookshelf coming closer to crush me...

"Oh, no! Is old lady okay?" Suddenly the shelf was stopped. Fallen books rained down around me. A large, beefy hand held up the shelf. I gaped at the teenager. How could he hold up a heavy shelf with one hand?

"Is old lady okay?" He repeated.

"Old?" I spluttered indignantly. I crawled out from under the shelf and looked around, then turned to the two teenagers and scowled. The shelf was on its side. "You've ruined my library." The boy beamed.

"Tyson will fix it; Tyson fixes a lot of things!" He tried to lift the shelf back up but managed to make even more of a mess. "Stop!" I cried. The girl giggled.

"Stop is a word commonly used in books. Ella knows that. Ella knows a lot of things. Ella also knows that Tyson breaks things and fixes things."

"My brother Percy breaks a lot of things!" Tyson yelled happily. I winced and put a hand to my ear. "Quiet down, will you? We are in a library."

"Oh, yes. Ella must find a book she has not read. Ella has read every book here and it is not helping." Ella said, her shoulders sagging. I raised my eyebrow. How can someone have read every book here?

"Oh, really? Come with me, to the back room. I might have some books for you to read."

I led them behind my counter. They were quite an odd pair, I have to say. I brought out my key and unlocked the door, directing the two kids onto seats. Well, Ella sat. Tyson squatted, trying not to bang his head on the roof.

This room was my heaven. Books lined the shelves, reaching towards the ceiling. There was hardly any floor space because it was so full. They were all new releases, so there had to be a book for her to read.

I handed them both a HobNob to eat. Ella inspected hers and asked "Is there cheese in this? Ella does not like cheese."

"Uh, no?"

She ate it without any complaint.

I scanned the shelves, finally resting on a relatively new book that only came out this week. It was part of quite a successful franchise. I handed it to the girl.

"Have you read Percy Jackson? I hear they caused quite a stir among young folk. This one is Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes."

The girl considered it and said "No. Ella has not read it."

The effect on Tyson was quite funny. He jumped up, knocking over at least ten thousand books in the process, and squeezed me and the girl in a large hug. "Yay! Old lady has found a book for Ella!"

They were so strange and happy and cheerful I didn't even mind him calling me old.

Authors note: WHOS READ GREEK HEROES? I HAVE AND ITS AMAZING!