Post by olivia underwood on Jan 10, 2013 6:54:56 GMT -5
There were always things about people that were surprising. That tough guy with the switch-blade in his pocket always feeds stray cats. That peppy girl with the big smile is into voodoo. Your teacher who constantly looks apathetic wears women's lingerie at home. Olivia had nothing that fantastic of course, but she did have her brain. Behind her flashy habits and tight clothes that caused assumptions, she was a smart girl. Clever, calculating and enjoyed a good book.
Her hands ran down the cover on her current choice, an older book she had often read during the long hours of school. It had been a favourite, however it was too easy to flip through the pages at her age now. Still, the memory was nice. Carefully placing the book back in it's nestled spot, she continued her way through the aisle, long fingers trailing along the spines of the books. Feeling the hard leather, the light indenting of letters. She enjoyed this place - it was quiet, hidden. Chances of running into others was slim, yet always pleasant. There were no fights here, no judgement. Just books, quiet readers and captivation that left others little room to wonder of the dark girl who couldn't seem to choose a book.
