Library.1.Snow.

Snow.

It fell softly from the dark blue skies onto the houses below.

A blanket of white, it covered everything.

It was Christmas Eve, a joyous occasion. Families were gathered together around the fireplace, chatting about this and that. Children eagerly ate cookies and drank hot cocoa, and pets played with the colorful decorations. The fire burned merrily, orange and bright.

A raven soared through the sky, landing on the roof of a house and letting out a guttural caw into the depths of the night.

“What’s that mama?”

“Shush, it was nothing, just an animal.”

The raven agreed otherwise, flying off to another building. It landed without a sound, its crimson eyes piercing through the night. They seemed to be searching, looking…

Library. Prologue.

In a small town in the middle of city , there was a library.

Situated on the corner of a busy street, its walls were painted a tan color with green accents.

It was a library.

Built with glass walls and a swinging glass door, it was filled with books.

It was a library.

The adult’s corner was tucked away in the right hand side of the entrance, where parents read newspapers and chatted sitting in comfy arm chairs surrounding a coffee table.

It was a library.

Meant for children, and children only, it was two stories tall.

It was a library.

A section for fantasy. A shelf for science fiction. A place where animals come to life and talk like human beings. Where they have human wants, needs, and desires. Hidden closets that books tumbled out of when opened. Mysteriously labeled boxes, mulitcolored posters urging children to read. A maze, it lured the unsuspecting into its depths. Twists and turns, stairs that led to rooms unknown.

It was a library.

Parents were content with sitting in the adult’s corner. They remembered the last parent who went to look for their child.

Goosebumps raced across their skin when they passed by the door leading to it.

It was a library.

Children loved it.

Parents feared it.

It was a library.

But
This is not about a library.
This is about a boy named Ian…and a girl named Clarissa.

Summer

It’s summer- more specifically, it’s mid summer towards the end of July. It’s going to be over soon, everything. Suddenly I’ll be thrust into a new world, a new place to experience and explore for the next four years. I keep asking myself if college is going to be so different, or if it is going to be exactly the same.

Yelling. Lots. I can’t seem to keep my parents in check while they blabber about things that I have heard millions of times before. It’s saddening, but what can I do? Hide in a dark corner? Sit outside in the moonlight?

Got a new laptop. Song vaio fz190cto. 200 gb. 2.o ghz. 2gb ram. vista prem. nice. webcam. microphone. very nice.

Ap scores are back. Got 5s on all them. Nice.

This is a meaningless entry, giving you only a slice of my life.

‘SC Orientation

My USCard. The picture turned out rather strange…