Post by MABEL MISHRA on Mar 11, 2013 18:48:56 GMT -5
Mabel closed her book with a sigh. The last page of an old favourite was always the most depressing to read, no matter how familiar she was with the story. It seemed unfair for something so engaging and alive to come to a close, but alas, such was life. She ran her fingers over the textured cover of To Kill a Mockingbird, her eyes narrowed, wondering why in the world Harper Lee would ever decide it was a good idea to give up writing. To think of the additional books she could have obsessed over... As though her collection wasn't large enough.
Slipping the book back in her bag, she pulled out a second: The Book Thief. She glanced towards the wall to check the time: ten minutes until two in the morning, and unsurprisingly, the library was still packed with weekend procrastinators. Typical Sunday. Mabel barely suppressed a smile; she had never been capable of such blatant procrastination, unless absolutely necessary. Then again, she had always enjoyed throwing herself into her homework without abandon; it made forgetting both easy and productive.
Despite the crowded state of the room, however, it seemed that tonight her job was almost entirely unnecessary. Only one person had approached the desk to check out an item, and even that had just been a set of headphones--no doubt a useful aid in disguising his plan to take advantage of the research center's faster internet connection to watch YouTube videos. Nonetheless, she sincerely doubted that she would be bombarded by desperate students within the last ten minutes of her shift. Perhaps she could get at least a few chapters in before closing.
Or...
Surveying the area discreetly, and deeming it safe, Mabel slipped out her phone to check the score of the Liverpool vs. Manchester match from earlier in the day. She hadn't had a chance yet to look it up, having been busy re-shelving returned books earlier in the day. Her heart thudding in her chest, she tapped the link. The page slowly loaded, as though purposefully drawing out her suspense, then finally appeared.
"Yes!" Mabel muttered under her breath, proudly staring down at the score: Liverpool 1, Manchester 3. Maybe now Manchester would actually have a chance at the Cup Final, if they got their act together against Chelsea, and Liverpool lost to Sunderland...
"Attention please," the intercom blared, startling a number of focused students and causing Mabel to drop her phone in astonishment. "The library will be closing in five minutes. Please check out any last-minute items now, and vacate the center as soon as possible."
Mabel slipped her phone back in her bag. The announcement towards closing always startled her, no matter how prepared she was for its blaring interruption. Plus, it always gave her the sickly feeling of having just been caught breaking the rules.
Her cheeks slightly flushed, she waited for the remaining minutes to pass, anxious to return to her apartment and collapse on her too-comfy bed.
Slipping the book back in her bag, she pulled out a second: The Book Thief. She glanced towards the wall to check the time: ten minutes until two in the morning, and unsurprisingly, the library was still packed with weekend procrastinators. Typical Sunday. Mabel barely suppressed a smile; she had never been capable of such blatant procrastination, unless absolutely necessary. Then again, she had always enjoyed throwing herself into her homework without abandon; it made forgetting both easy and productive.
Despite the crowded state of the room, however, it seemed that tonight her job was almost entirely unnecessary. Only one person had approached the desk to check out an item, and even that had just been a set of headphones--no doubt a useful aid in disguising his plan to take advantage of the research center's faster internet connection to watch YouTube videos. Nonetheless, she sincerely doubted that she would be bombarded by desperate students within the last ten minutes of her shift. Perhaps she could get at least a few chapters in before closing.
Or...
Surveying the area discreetly, and deeming it safe, Mabel slipped out her phone to check the score of the Liverpool vs. Manchester match from earlier in the day. She hadn't had a chance yet to look it up, having been busy re-shelving returned books earlier in the day. Her heart thudding in her chest, she tapped the link. The page slowly loaded, as though purposefully drawing out her suspense, then finally appeared.
"Yes!" Mabel muttered under her breath, proudly staring down at the score: Liverpool 1, Manchester 3. Maybe now Manchester would actually have a chance at the Cup Final, if they got their act together against Chelsea, and Liverpool lost to Sunderland...
"Attention please," the intercom blared, startling a number of focused students and causing Mabel to drop her phone in astonishment. "The library will be closing in five minutes. Please check out any last-minute items now, and vacate the center as soon as possible."
Mabel slipped her phone back in her bag. The announcement towards closing always startled her, no matter how prepared she was for its blaring interruption. Plus, it always gave her the sickly feeling of having just been caught breaking the rules.
Her cheeks slightly flushed, she waited for the remaining minutes to pass, anxious to return to her apartment and collapse on her too-comfy bed.