[color= 336699]Veronica walked into the library, ever present sunglasses and cane provoking more then a few glances. She could feel the eyes burning through her, silently judging her. But what could she do, really? No reason to go yell at at them, get thrown out before she could do some reading.
Reading. Her eyes widened at the possibility of the library not having Braille books, and she shook her head silently to console herself. No, it had to have at least a few. Even a stupid children's book called something like 'Matthew's red balloon' would be better then nothing. She walked with strengthened resolve towards the shelves, glaring silently in the direction of one of the prying looks.
Her fingers fluttered across the end of each bookshelf, searching for the Braille written at the bottom. No... No... No... N - wait. Here.
She slipped into the cramped row, trailing one hand across the books crammed into the shelf. She should've asked for help, she knew, but she knew it'd be from a librarian who'd tisk and sigh and call her 'dear' time and time again. She'd rather just search, however much longer it'd take.
She stopped, feeling the distinctive dots that marked her escape from the gilded cage they had the gull to call a school. Just an excuse, is what it really was, an excuse to send all those troublesome 'gifted' children away and be free at last from the oddities of life. She grabbed three books from the shelf without even reading the titles, tucking them under her free arm and making her way to a small reading room she'd noticed tucked away in the back where no one'd bother her. She couldn't tell if there was anyone in there, of course, but she doubted anyone else would think to go in.
She placed the three books on the table, feeling for the chair and flopping into it, judging it too hard and relocating to the floor. Even better. No one'd see her, feel they needed to keep her company or whatever idiotic reasons people had come up with in the past just so they could stare at her and feel for once that they'd got a good hand in life. She felt up on the table for a book, freezing suddenly at the sound of a voice. Someone else? Her eyes widened behind her black glasses, and she was suddenly aware of the sound of breathing not her own, the smell they'd given off. Oh, she was an idiot for not noticing.. [/color]
Reading. Her eyes widened at the possibility of the library not having Braille books, and she shook her head silently to console herself. No, it had to have at least a few. Even a stupid children's book called something like 'Matthew's red balloon' would be better then nothing. She walked with strengthened resolve towards the shelves, glaring silently in the direction of one of the prying looks.
Her fingers fluttered across the end of each bookshelf, searching for the Braille written at the bottom. No... No... No... N - wait. Here.
She slipped into the cramped row, trailing one hand across the books crammed into the shelf. She should've asked for help, she knew, but she knew it'd be from a librarian who'd tisk and sigh and call her 'dear' time and time again. She'd rather just search, however much longer it'd take.
She stopped, feeling the distinctive dots that marked her escape from the gilded cage they had the gull to call a school. Just an excuse, is what it really was, an excuse to send all those troublesome 'gifted' children away and be free at last from the oddities of life. She grabbed three books from the shelf without even reading the titles, tucking them under her free arm and making her way to a small reading room she'd noticed tucked away in the back where no one'd bother her. She couldn't tell if there was anyone in there, of course, but she doubted anyone else would think to go in.
She placed the three books on the table, feeling for the chair and flopping into it, judging it too hard and relocating to the floor. Even better. No one'd see her, feel they needed to keep her company or whatever idiotic reasons people had come up with in the past just so they could stare at her and feel for once that they'd got a good hand in life. She felt up on the table for a book, freezing suddenly at the sound of a voice. Someone else? Her eyes widened behind her black glasses, and she was suddenly aware of the sound of breathing not her own, the smell they'd given off. Oh, she was an idiot for not noticing.. [/color]