Ehh, here's the second chapter. It's considerably shorter. I still think you should tell me how things are going with this. It's a work in progress. Please tell me! TT_TT I'll love you and bake cookies. They'll even have little hearts frosted on them.
I couldn't sleep well. At all. I woke an hour before my alarm should go off. I ate a breakfast of toast and two cups of coffee. I dressed like always: a white dress shirt, a blue tie, black pants, and obviously a trench coat; I was allowed to shop for myself most of the time. I tousled my hair in the mirror – my way of styling it – and smiled at the reflection.
I walked to school that morning. The sun was just starting to rise, painting the sky a mixture of blue and orange; I loved this view. Sunrises meant you were there. You made it to the next day. That was always inspiring to me when you honestly wish the day before hadn't happened. God knows I've had more than my fair share of those days. If anyone ever wanted one from me, I'd gladly let them take a few, but it won't happen.
The school was open. I wasn't the first person to arrive, but I'd be the first person in the library… aside from the librarian. I should explain. I'm a student, yes, but I'm caught up and actually ahead of my peers in History classes. The school gave me the option to take a class called library science – a junior librarian. I knew the library, the Dewey Decimal System, and I didn't want to take even more physical education. So, I did it. I spend about an hour there every day for class, and I quite like it.
"Good morning, Miss Siege," I said, entering the room.
A mousy woman stepped out from behind a shelf with found books I hand. She lowered her head and shot me with a gaze. "Castiel. I've told you before. I'm not a teacher here; call me Sara."
Miss Siege, I mean, Sara, was a book publisher. She'd told me that she'd published thirty novels. She gave up the job when people stopped buying; most of the authors she published were local nobodies who didn't make it very far in the literary world. She applied at the school when our last librarian became a dusty old woman who couldn't handle teenagers anymore.
"I'm sorry, Miss- Sara."
"You're so polite, Castiel. Whatcha doing here so early?" She went back to reshelving and I sta at the computer.
"Mom and Dad aren't home."
"Again?"
"They haven't been back yet."
She cocked her head around the shelf. "Oh."
"It's fine."
Our conversation was cut short when a short kid walked in. He looked a little timid, and he had a mop of thickish brown hair sprouting from his head. "Uhm… can you tell me where books on the English language are?"
I raised an eyebrow and glanced at the boy over my glasses. "Well, for writing purposes, go to the four hundreds," I said, pointing to a corner of the library.
"Thanks." He gave a nervous smile.
He returned after a few seconds with a thin, paper-back book. "It's really interesting."
I took the book from him and scanned his card. Sam Winchester. Grade nine.
I narrowed my eyes at the boy, but under the watch of Sara, I gave him the book. "He needs to bring it back in two weeks."
The kid, Sam, said, "I'll make sure to tell him." And he was gone in a panic.
Sara leaned on the desk as I logged out of the system and shouldered my bag. "Who was that?"
"The brother of an assbutt."
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I didn't want to do it today. I had time, though, and I was on track. I stopped by the office and told the receptionist that I had just lost my guts in a garbage can outside; she'd forget I even came in to see her.
I walked home, locked the door, and immediately crawled into bed. Good morning, world. I'm Castiel Novak and I'm skipping today.
I like Keegan Connor Tracy, so I used Sara. I think she'd be a good librarian. So, how'd you like it? Review? Follows? Share? I mean, you don't have to.