CHAPTER VIII: HAPPY CONVERSATIONS...
OK, so my story is weird. It works with me. Normal people are freaks and should DIE. If you don't like it and you are bored, go smother yourself in a bathroom rug and do us all a well-deserved favor. Yeah, I was screwy when I wrote this chap...this whole chappy is nusty and odd...kinda happens when you're on a bus in the middle of October with no school work to do cause nothing is happening with the school year on the bus and you wish all the peeps on your bus could be boiled alive in a vat of jello...see, I write all my stuffies down on paper first, and then edit it and add crap on the computer as I go along, and go really slow (I have up to chap 13 written) cause I have limited electronics access, and it gets difficult you're your mom reads over your shoulder...shutting up.
Jasmyne's eyes flickered open and the blurry picture of the library came into clear view after a few seconds of near unconsciousness. The clunky wooden shelves extended their reaches to the ceiling, like skyscrapers that appear to actually be grazing the heavens, hence the title dubbed upon them, the shelves nearly tilting over to the nobly carpeted floor with their overcrowded stuffing of literature and manuscripts. She rubbed her eyes wearily and blinked a few times to become used to the new, real, environment. The Millennium Item tome still sat in her lap, binding stretched out, and the sky had long ago begun to darken, and it was now an arcane cobalt shade, a few twinkling stars dotting the thick blanket covering the sky, like little holes poked inside of it, as the old tale tells of the animals, determined to have light once again, jabbed fiercely at the quilt spread across the sun to punish them. This caused tiny gaps and openings to form, and the naissance of the stars occurred. She examined the face of the old-fashioned metal clock hanging on the far wall, with its curly-cue hands lightly traveling around the fa
OK, so my story is weird. It works with me. Normal people are freaks and should DIE. If you don't like it and you are bored, go smother yourself in a bathroom rug and do us all a well-deserved favor. Yeah, I was screwy when I wrote this chap...this whole chappy is nusty and odd...kinda happens when you're on a bus in the middle of October with no school work to do cause nothing is happening with the school year on the bus and you wish all the peeps on your bus could be boiled alive in a vat of jello...see, I write all my stuffies down on paper first, and then edit it and add crap on the computer as I go along, and go really slow (I have up to chap 13 written) cause I have limited electronics access, and it gets difficult you're your mom reads over your shoulder...shutting up.
Jasmyne's eyes flickered open and the blurry picture of the library came into clear view after a few seconds of near unconsciousness. The clunky wooden shelves extended their reaches to the ceiling, like skyscrapers that appear to actually be grazing the heavens, hence the title dubbed upon them, the shelves nearly tilting over to the nobly carpeted floor with their overcrowded stuffing of literature and manuscripts. She rubbed her eyes wearily and blinked a few times to become used to the new, real, environment. The Millennium Item tome still sat in her lap, binding stretched out, and the sky had long ago begun to darken, and it was now an arcane cobalt shade, a few twinkling stars dotting the thick blanket covering the sky, like little holes poked inside of it, as the old tale tells of the animals, determined to have light once again, jabbed fiercely at the quilt spread across the sun to punish them. This caused tiny gaps and openings to form, and the naissance of the stars occurred. She examined the face of the old-fashioned metal clock hanging on the far wall, with its curly-cue hands lightly traveling around the fa