Maybe It'll Never Happen

Chapter 3

My day was like any other day. My classes were basically the same. My life was basically the same.

Except, of course, for the library.

And even though I walked the same exact route, my day was altered.

It was tiny. It was a miniscule threat.

And that made it annoy me even more. You know what I'm talking about. Like the itch you can't seem to scratch. Or the paranoi that your hest friend has lice and you suddenly realize you borrowed their hat earlier that very same day.

I decided to end this day with a bit of reading. In my dorm, of course.

Hah! You thought I was going to the library, didn't you?! Don't deny it. You were expecting me in that serene air-conditioned paradise, weren't you?

Well, you're right. I completely lied to you.

I tried, I really did.

But I completely forgot.

About what?

That maybe it'll never happen.

Sorry, I might be using that statement a bit too much, don't I?

Well, I'm trying to drill it into your head if you must know.

I went to the library, sat down, and continued my quotations book. And it basically stayed the same as well.

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The world of the library was its quiet self. Still had computers, green chairs, and cold, hard desks. It still had the same librarian. I never did get the name of them. Never mustered the courage to check.

It was still as quiet as loud whispering would go. I wasn't sure who, or about what, but it existed, like a rumor someone started about you and it hasn't leaked to you quite yet.

All minor matters aside, one of the possibly best things happened. You may guess like that if you actually payed attention. You wouldn't if you didn't pay attention or suffer from an extreme short term memory loss.

Then again, it could possibly be the worst thing that happened to me. Definitely. It's all the world end or beginning.

It's all depending on how you see the situation.

It's all perspective, you see.

Is the glass half empty or half full?

Well, I see it as half fulpty (full + empty).

The incident, of course.

That incident.

The one you've all been waiting for.

The show stopping, chair rocking, clock tick-tocking, clothes shopping, frog hopping, jigsaw puzzle solving, balloon popping, policeman copping, whipped cream topping of an event.

Want to read that again? I understand. Kind of hard to digest on one go, isn't it? Don't worry, go back and read it and then skip this paragraph about rereading it or it will go in an infinity loop. And we don't want that happening, do we?

Oh yeah, back to the event. Very exciting. Grab your popcorn everyone. Get your drinks so you can sit and watch. Don't forget to use the bathroom

I did something awesome. It was, how should I put it?

SpectacuLARGE.

Something out of this world.

Something I did only once in my life. That's how rare it is for me to do this. Very rare. Like, fracturing a rib by sneezing too hard rare (which is very possible).

Now, let me pause, for dramatic effect.

I

made

a

new

friend.