Flying Without Wings

Chapter 3

A/N: I am so sorry! I know it took me forever to get this chapter out, but its not my fault! I blame my AP Human Geo teacher. Don't worry, I'm planning on disposing him soon. >:) 

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I dropped down into my usual seat in the empty Geometry classroom and glanced at my tattered watch. 7: 48. I still had about twelve minutes before the bell rang. 

After debating it in my head, I turned in my seat and rummaged through my school bag. I pulled out a library book from in between my notebooks and zipped my bag closed. Leaving it to mark my seat, I headed out of the class.

I kept my head down as I pushed through the crowded hallway. Every step I took shot pain into my legs and thighs, but I didn't allow it to show. I had to hide it. Chatter and laughter irritated my ears as I shouldered my way to the stairwell. The dimly lit stairs echoed with the sound of pounding feet and conversation as I quickly jogged down, biting back the pain, and walked over to the library.

The library was my safe haven. As soon as I entered through the doors, I could forget about my own life and get lost into the stories that surrounded me. It was just so easy to surrender myself to the world of words. To let my bruises temporarily fade away and for all my worries to be pushed into the back of my mind.

Miss Joann, the librarian, waved and smiled at me. She was wearing a light purple blouse and a multicolored skirt that fell down to her beaded sandals in smooth waves. Necklaces with a few painted pearls strung between the gold string hung from her neck and colored bangles that rested on her wrists knocked together with every movement she made. I waved back as I slipped my book into the return slot and disappeared behind the shelves in pursuit of my next novel.

Mahogany shelves towered over my head, filled with books that were neatly lined up, like brave soldiers fearlessly marching into battle. The newest additions to the library were displayed on tiered tables, proudly showing off their glossy covers. Tables were arranged around the room and colorful bean bags slouched against the walls. Computers were lined up along the check out counter, their screens alight and humming. The walls of the library were decorated with posters and artwork made by students. The room was brightly lit and had the faint aroma of new paper and ink. 

I weaved through the maze of shelves while brushing my fingers over the books' spines and tilting my head slightly to read the titles. Occasionally I took one out to read its back cover before tucking in back in with its roommates. 

I finally found a book that caught my attention. I plucked it from its spot, defecting the line, causing the books to slump to the side. It had a smooth blue cover and I felt heavy and fulfilling on my palm

While still reading the back of the book, I took it over to the counter. Miss Joann checked it out for me and I quietly thanked her before leaving. 

I checked my watch as I reached the staircase. I had six minutes to get back to class. Head down, I stopped at the bathroom a few classrooms away from Geometry.

There were some girls in there already, giggling and chattering while they touched up their makeup. I ignored them and they returned the favor. 

I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror, fearing that my real life was too visible. But, like always, it was hidden. I splashed some water on my face to clear my head and left unnoticed.

I made it back to Geometry two minutes before the bell. The classroom was mostly full and Mr. Blain, the teacher, was at his desk, clicking on his laptop.

I walked over to the back of the room to return to my seat, but it was taken. A tanned boy who I had never seen before was sprawled in my seat with his feet propped up on the chair in front of him, much to the annoyance of the girl seated there who was shooting him dirty looks. He completely ignored her and his head was thrown back as he laughed at something the boy next to him said. I watched for a second as he lazily lifted one hand to flick his shaggy brown hair out of his green eyes.