Once upon a time,
in a land that could be far away from where you are,
There lived a lazy authoress who hadn't updated in three or so months. Every time she received a review, she would laugh a bitter laugh and shake her head. Not to say that she didn't like getting reviews! She actually lived off them. Every time she got one, she was tempted to come back and continue her story. Luckily for her, she was a professional procrastinator and was able to resist such a tempting urge. However, she never stopped thinking about when her fic would be finished.
AJ will update now.
Unfortunately, she is in the middle of COMPUTER CLASS and was only able to write 400 words for whatever readers she had left to read.
"Argh." Samantha Manson stood on the edge on one of the ladders, trying to reach out for one of the books on the top shelves. Unfortunately for her, the ladder was too heavy to carry to the other side of the shelf, and if she dragged it, it would cause a bedlam.
"Almost there!"
Her hands reached a nitch to the book and the wooden ladder shook. In desperation, she held both hands up, letting go of the ladder for support, leaving her to rely on her balance. The ladder shook again, and the shelf stuttered a slight nudge.
"Got it!"
Barely grabbing the book with her fingertips, she felt the book slide towards her. The ladder ruddered more noise as she went down. The large shelf nudged a bit more and tipped to the side. Ignoring the dangerous tilt, she went down the ladder, racking large sounds within the shelf. As soon as the green book bumped into her had, it slid out of its resting place and fell out of the shelf along with several others.
THUMP.
"Owwww... SAM!" The raven haired boy hissed, rubbing his head with his working arm.
"Oh sorry Danny." She snickered slightly and climbed down, pulling out a seat in the library next to Tucker and Danny, who were sitting at the circular table in the library. Ignoring the piles of fallen books surrounding the table, she adjusted herself in the seat. Danny pulled the book off his messy mop of black hair and slammed it on the table, growling.
The brunette head with a pair of gold framed glasses peeped from behind the shelf and let out a sharp 'SHHHH' before disappearing.
Flipping the pages, Tucker read the page with the title:
"Page 36, erm... Granting Wishes." He read out loud.
"Go on." Danny deadpanned.
"Okay, okay.
It has nothing at all to do with wells actually."
"It doesn't?" Sam raised an eyebrow and dragged the book across the table towards herself. "Ahem. It does mention that someone threw a 'genie in a bottle' in the well." She shrugged. "I don't know how anyone could offend something in a bottle."
"I don't know, throwing it on the ground? I got it! "
"If anyone is going to be offended it's me." Danny rolled his eyes and ringed his arm around Tucker's shoulders. "Now are we going to go and hurry to the 'crime scene' Watson or are we going to stay here?"
"No shit Sherlock!"
"Thanks a lot for forgetting me guys."