She never liked the library. Truthfully, she did, but she hated the silence. The eerie silence that seemed to swallow up the air.
White sneakers padded softly along the floor, instinctively heading towards the shelves. The library needed to make a good impression on her, else she wouldn't come here in her years at SA. Her fingers ran over the miscellanous books that lined the aisle. She had to see the quality of the books and whether or not they contained enough information to satisfy her learning needs.
Her mind flickered onto another thought when she walked slowly along the towering shelves. A good first day it was already, she had explored parts of the school already. It was a nice school, though she wondered when her classes would start. A reminder floated up to tell her to remember to unpack her-
Aoi swore inwardly, blowing on her finger that had a noticable cut on it. She stuck her pinky into her mouth, as her eyes wandered towards the book that had caused her pain. A hand quickly raised and swipped it off the shelf, but the thoughts of having revenge were thrown out the window, as she slowly read the title book that papercut-ed her finger.
She read it again: All the Colors of the World: An Amateur's Guide of Colors. Her eyes widened in interest as she opened the book. She settled down in the middle of the near desolate aisle, flipping the pages. Her legs were propped up, supporting the large book on her lap, and in her absorbed state of mind, she didn't notice. She was in the way.
White sneakers padded softly along the floor, instinctively heading towards the shelves. The library needed to make a good impression on her, else she wouldn't come here in her years at SA. Her fingers ran over the miscellanous books that lined the aisle. She had to see the quality of the books and whether or not they contained enough information to satisfy her learning needs.
Her mind flickered onto another thought when she walked slowly along the towering shelves. A good first day it was already, she had explored parts of the school already. It was a nice school, though she wondered when her classes would start. A reminder floated up to tell her to remember to unpack her-
Aoi swore inwardly, blowing on her finger that had a noticable cut on it. She stuck her pinky into her mouth, as her eyes wandered towards the book that had caused her pain. A hand quickly raised and swipped it off the shelf, but the thoughts of having revenge were thrown out the window, as she slowly read the title book that papercut-ed her finger.
She read it again: All the Colors of the World: An Amateur's Guide of Colors. Her eyes widened in interest as she opened the book. She settled down in the middle of the near desolate aisle, flipping the pages. Her legs were propped up, supporting the large book on her lap, and in her absorbed state of mind, she didn't notice. She was in the way.