say something more. She did want to say something, truth be told, but she doubted he would like the direction her questions were heading . If he wanted the book that badly...well, then she’d do her best to try to get it to him. But, she might read it first. It was, after all, a book. How dangerous could it really be? It was just papers and leather, a little bit of ink...right?
Instead, Aislin turned and walked away, a determined glint in her eye that she’d inherited from her mother so many years ago. Maybe it was time to start an adventure. If someone didn’t want her to read this book...well then, that was exactly what she had to do, wasn’t it?
The rest of the day went by in somewhat of a haze. Every chance she got, Aislin stuck her nose in the book, attempting to read as much as she could between her classes, while walking down the hallway, every second she got. The only thing that she did watch out for was the face of the librarian. He, of all people, would be the one that would take the book from her...and stop her from reading it.
It was at lunch time that Aislin discovered the most interesting secret of all; the book ended. All books end, they have to have an ending, but in this book, the words stopped but the pages kept going. A frown creased her forehead as she kept flipping through the pages. There had to be more than just...one chapter . Right? She had to have answers. And it seemed to...jump, quite a bit. There was a section with children, then it was just adults. Interesting , she thought to herself.
Deciding on a whim to skip her classes for the afternoon, she ran to the library. She needed to ask Mr. Bookman some questions. Her red hair was in complete disarray and there was a flush on her cheeks from running across the school. She skidded to a halt in front of his desk. “I need to ask you a few questions,” she said breathlessly, her green eyes bright.
The dark-haired librarian had spent the majority of the morning going through the motions of his job while pondering the situation at hand. It simply was not safe to allow the book to fall into untrained hands, and yet it seemed to want to be in this girl’s possession. No matter how endearing the child was, he had to find a way to retrieve the book and keep it away from her before something horrible happened to his world. A brow arched in surprise as the sudden appearance of the girl drew him from his plotting. What in the world? “What would those be, Miss Oriole? And shouldn’t you be in class right about now?”
“Class is unimportant compared to this,” she said quickly. “Why does the book only have a few pages of writing in it? Why are the rest of the pages blank?” Her gaze was frank and unyielding. This was the one man who could give her the answers. “And if you don’t want to tell me, then I should go try to find someone else who will.” If nothing else, he would want to placate her to keep the book a secret...maybe take her somewhere private so they could actually talk. He was a good-looking man, a bit too old for her tastes even if she was eighteen, and he was maybe in his late twenties, so people would think something much different if they saw them alone, but that was how it went.
Did she seriously just attempt to play this game with him?! This was not the first attempt by a student in this school, and Alexander was beginning to wonder what type of school this really was. There was an icy rage growing in his pale blue eyes as he stared at the audacious teenager, gathering his thoughts before he spoke in a deceptively calm voice. “Forgive me, child, but class is the reason why you go to school in the first place. So I disagree...it is important, and if you hadn’t guessed by the way I
Instead, Aislin turned and walked away, a determined glint in her eye that she’d inherited from her mother so many years ago. Maybe it was time to start an adventure. If someone didn’t want her to read this book...well then, that was exactly what she had to do, wasn’t it?
The rest of the day went by in somewhat of a haze. Every chance she got, Aislin stuck her nose in the book, attempting to read as much as she could between her classes, while walking down the hallway, every second she got. The only thing that she did watch out for was the face of the librarian. He, of all people, would be the one that would take the book from her...and stop her from reading it.
It was at lunch time that Aislin discovered the most interesting secret of all; the book ended. All books end, they have to have an ending, but in this book, the words stopped but the pages kept going. A frown creased her forehead as she kept flipping through the pages. There had to be more than just...one chapter . Right? She had to have answers. And it seemed to...jump, quite a bit. There was a section with children, then it was just adults. Interesting , she thought to herself.
Deciding on a whim to skip her classes for the afternoon, she ran to the library. She needed to ask Mr. Bookman some questions. Her red hair was in complete disarray and there was a flush on her cheeks from running across the school. She skidded to a halt in front of his desk. “I need to ask you a few questions,” she said breathlessly, her green eyes bright.
The dark-haired librarian had spent the majority of the morning going through the motions of his job while pondering the situation at hand. It simply was not safe to allow the book to fall into untrained hands, and yet it seemed to want to be in this girl’s possession. No matter how endearing the child was, he had to find a way to retrieve the book and keep it away from her before something horrible happened to his world. A brow arched in surprise as the sudden appearance of the girl drew him from his plotting. What in the world? “What would those be, Miss Oriole? And shouldn’t you be in class right about now?”
“Class is unimportant compared to this,” she said quickly. “Why does the book only have a few pages of writing in it? Why are the rest of the pages blank?” Her gaze was frank and unyielding. This was the one man who could give her the answers. “And if you don’t want to tell me, then I should go try to find someone else who will.” If nothing else, he would want to placate her to keep the book a secret...maybe take her somewhere private so they could actually talk. He was a good-looking man, a bit too old for her tastes even if she was eighteen, and he was maybe in his late twenties, so people would think something much different if they saw them alone, but that was how it went.
Did she seriously just attempt to play this game with him?! This was not the first attempt by a student in this school, and Alexander was beginning to wonder what type of school this really was. There was an icy rage growing in his pale blue eyes as he stared at the audacious teenager, gathering his thoughts before he spoke in a deceptively calm voice. “Forgive me, child, but class is the reason why you go to school in the first place. So I disagree...it is important, and if you hadn’t guessed by the way I
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