DON'T WANNA BE JUST LIKE YOU;; OPEN

[EMILY VINCENT]

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{ ifitkillstoberight,thenbabyi'mamurderer }

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It seemed many people at Winthorne Academy seemed
to come to the Library for different reasons. Some to cry.
Some to laugh. Some to have a corner to themselves with
their other half. Some even to read. But no one, thought
Emily Vincent, seemed to come to the library to remind
themselves of home. Because really, why would a room
full of books remind you of home? But to Emily, books
were home. Books were where she could loose herself for
five minutes, be herself, and let go of the past; let go if the
memories that plagued the underside of her lids. And so
here she found herself, standing outside the big oak, double
doors of Winthorne’s library. Contemplating whether or not
to just turn back around and head back to her room. She
could always just read up there. But there was something
special about a library, wherever you went around the world,
it was always the same. The smell of books, of papers, the quiet
sounds of turning pages and scuffling feet. If Emily possessed
a soundtrack to her life, she was sure it would be of the daily
sounds you would come to hear in a library.

Raising a hand to her nose and pushing her glasses up, she
took a deep breath, hoping that there wouldn’t be anyone
in there to give her funny looks. No such luck. Balancing
the seven or so books she had chosen for a spot of light
read-if you can call books over eight hundred pages, ‘light
reading’- she pushed her hand against the door; but it
wouldn’t budge. She tried again- there was no way she was
that weak, she was an elf for Pete’s sake, they don’t just
teach you to read- but this time, it seemed she pushed a
little too hard and the door swung forward. She lost her
footing and dropped all of her books; a boy on the other
side of the door, frowned at her and muttered ‘freak’ as
her went past, back towards the courtyard. I thought we
were all freaks down here, she thought sullenly, stooping
to pick up her books. Once they were nestled in her arms-
where they belonged-she used her free hand to smooth
down her grey pinafore dress as she started towards one
of the many tables.

She was about to put her load down when she realised that
the table was already occupied. She gave a small smile to the
girl sitting at the end of the table, lowering her books to the
gleaming mahogany surface. The girl narrowed her eyes
and gave her head two shakes. Emily frowned, fine, so she
wouldn’t sit with her. She could sit there by herself then, gosh,
she thought a little wounded, it wasn’t like I was going to ask
her to marry me anything. I wouldn’t even have talked to her.
She walked past a few more rows of books, coming to more tables
all occupied by people who seemed to just scream ‘don’t come
near me’. She sighed, finding an un occupied table towards the back
of the library. Here the books were worn and withered, as though
they had withstood the tests of time. The table was nestled towards
the back, up against the wall with only three plump armchairs around
it’s circular exterior. She shuffled forwards, deciding on the chair backed
up against the stone walls.

Emily laid her books down with care, sitting down and letting her
muscles thaw out against the soft material of the high backed chair.
she picked a random book out from her selection, smiling momentarily
as she read the title ‘Here Lies Arthur’. Nothing like a bit of Arthurian
legend to end to the day, she always thought. It was one of her favourites,
but it’s spine was as unbent and wrinkled as the day she bough it.
If there was one thing in life she loved more than her father and mother,
It was probably books. To destroy a book was like destroying thousands
of years of history right before one’s eyes. So yes, in the confines of
the library Emily Vincent was finally home. Finally away from people’s
jibes. Finally away from the way they looked at her. Finally away from
the memories of her mother…falling, falling…She gasped. Not here.
And not now. Her memories didn’t rule her, she ruled them. If only she
could believe that for two seconds…

thoughts?
It could be much longer, and it looks like a wave.
words?
seven hundred and fourty-three.
changes?
Nope! None! Mainly 'cuz I'm a lazy skank xD