The one thing about school work: no matter how much you wanted it to, it simply wasn't going to disappear or do itself. Lena emitted a sigh as she stood from the chair she had been perched upon for the last two hours, reaching her hands high above herself in a big stretch. She still had a long english essay to write over Poe and just wasn't feeling it. As she sat there, rays of sunlight poured in from the nearest window, warming the back of her neck and absolutely teasing her. Lena hated anything that kept her indoors, especially when the weather was nice.
Turning back to her books splayed open against the small round table and her laptop, she quickly saved what she had already typed and wrinkled her nose at the mess before turning and heading deeper within the stacks. Lena wasn't one to get a lot of her homework information online unless she absolutely had to - she preferred using the old fashioned way: books. At least she knew the information wasn't something some bored thirty year-old guy wrote wrongly about.
Her eyes scanned the spines of hundreds of books as she walked, her flip flops smacking quietly against her heels. Lena found her section, the 800's, where all of the poetry resided, and studied the books for a moment on Poe. Tilting her head to the side a bit as she went, strands of long dark brown hair fell over her shoulder and she quickly tucked them back behind her ears. A couple more steps and now she was craning her neck back to read the labels on the topmost shelf. Glancing about herself, Lena approached the shelf and stood on her very tiptoes, her fingers just barely brushing the spine.
"You won't be able to reach that, you know," chuckled a handsome looking boy who leaned up against the opposing shelf, arms crossed with one foot crossing the other as well. A younger girl, glanced over her shoulder, stuck her tongue out, and bumped the book with her fingers so that it fell and landed right into her hand in one graceful moment.
"Ha!" came her small voice.
With a clatter, the book toppled from its shelf and smacked Lena right in the head.
"Dammit," she muttered, shaking her head just the slightest and lifting a hand to rub at the sore spot at her temple. She then glared at the book who laid, sprawling it's pages, on the ground. "Why can't I have a useful power?" A sigh escaped her lips once more as she crouched down to retrieve the book, hesitating for a moment before she actually allowed her palms to press against its surfaces.
Turning back to her books splayed open against the small round table and her laptop, she quickly saved what she had already typed and wrinkled her nose at the mess before turning and heading deeper within the stacks. Lena wasn't one to get a lot of her homework information online unless she absolutely had to - she preferred using the old fashioned way: books. At least she knew the information wasn't something some bored thirty year-old guy wrote wrongly about.
Her eyes scanned the spines of hundreds of books as she walked, her flip flops smacking quietly against her heels. Lena found her section, the 800's, where all of the poetry resided, and studied the books for a moment on Poe. Tilting her head to the side a bit as she went, strands of long dark brown hair fell over her shoulder and she quickly tucked them back behind her ears. A couple more steps and now she was craning her neck back to read the labels on the topmost shelf. Glancing about herself, Lena approached the shelf and stood on her very tiptoes, her fingers just barely brushing the spine.
"You won't be able to reach that, you know," chuckled a handsome looking boy who leaned up against the opposing shelf, arms crossed with one foot crossing the other as well. A younger girl, glanced over her shoulder, stuck her tongue out, and bumped the book with her fingers so that it fell and landed right into her hand in one graceful moment.
"Ha!" came her small voice.
With a clatter, the book toppled from its shelf and smacked Lena right in the head.
"Dammit," she muttered, shaking her head just the slightest and lifting a hand to rub at the sore spot at her temple. She then glared at the book who laid, sprawling it's pages, on the ground. "Why can't I have a useful power?" A sigh escaped her lips once more as she crouched down to retrieve the book, hesitating for a moment before she actually allowed her palms to press against its surfaces.