"Hey, you're new here right?" I inquired too cordially, holding out my hand for you to shake it. You didn't.

"Erm... Okay... I'm Audreyyyroseeee. Spelled a-u-d--" up and down you looked at me, judging every inch, hands stiff to your body.

I scratched my head, making brown curls bounce wildly about my shoulders. You took a step back, for I looked very deranged, licking my lips and screwing up my face as I thought. You were obviously not going to trust me any time soon. What sane being would after they'd been snatched from their plain lives and put into my library. I sighed, exasperated.

Frustration was clear by my tone as I advised, "Gosh... You might as well make yourself comfortable." I crossed my arms over my chest, turning hard and walking away, up the steps with very slow strides.

You stared at the floor, for some reason feeling that escape was impossible. But then you started to think... But, why should I listen to her? Or stay here? Or not just knock her down and run for it?

Looking around the room, you suddenly discerned...that it was indeed a library. A very, very big library. All over the room, there were countless mohogany bookshelves filled with hundreds of books each. They seemed to go on forever horizontally, and towered above you, making you feel rather dizzy. The room was almost bursting with them. Some titles were obscured by grand sliding ladders, but the ones you could see from where you stood--in the very center of the scene--were both beautiful, old, and decaying literature collections, and newer novels covered in plastic, bright with many colors. And some were... indescribable. Not for beauty or shape of size or any thing of that sort. When you looked at them you felt the sudden urge to dash toward them and read them all at once. You could almost hear them calling you over.

"You'll be here forever, I bet. I've got the best collection you've ever seen, and that's a fact." I said softly, and you nodded absentmindedly. You knew that what I said was true, there was no denying it. They were beautiful... All of them.

I heard the quick pattering of your trainers and you sped excitedly across the room, and I knowing grin split me. Through the glass you gaped at a wonderful world filled with people you'd never seen but, curiously, knew at once who they were. A boy with a very sour look on his pale face, wearing a most ridiculous t-shirt, was tapping his foot very deliberately. A family with bright red hair, all sitting at a table, laughed unaudably at something which must have been truly histarical; some were holding long, wooden sticks, and all of them were looking very shabby. There we're many more, and too many to name. You were dumbfounded.

I glanced over my shoulder and stifled an eager chortle at your reaction, for I had felt very much the same about all of it, even after the long time I'd spent in the wondrous place.

You had no more thoughts of running away. Shaking your mind clear, you galloped from the window to the charming books two yards away.

AND THAT'S HOW THINGS BEGAN.

{I did write this, so please don't take it from me. If anybody thick enough to be impressed by this wants it, please don't forget to credit the author. :D} (

Ps. I write story's rated "K". I don't think I'll create anything more...mature than that.