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[JOEL KELLAN MIROSLAV]

The familiar smell of old pages and wood filled the air as Joel stepped into the library. Warm air encompassed him as he shut the door behind him. Unlike new libraries, this one had a genuinely comfortable feeling to it. The wallpaper was gold and looked way too old to still be in such good condition, and the mahogany bookshelves from floor to ceiling stretched up and down the rooms in crazy, maze-like patterns. Every few yards there would be another comfortable old chair off in some space between two bookshelves, or in a corner, or in a little circle for things like book clubs or group studying.
Of course, Joel was not interested in any of that. Groups weren't generally his thing. He was more of an introvert, preferring to spend his cold winter days with a warm beverage and a good book somewhere familiar.

Having grown up on Cherry Lane, all of the people and areas in town were familiar. Ever since he was a young, awkward adolescent he has been spending his days in the library, reading away hours of his life. Silence and solitude and another reality (that isn't one full of nightmares and monsters) is always nice to escape to. As he walked down the halls of the library, warm hot chocolate in his hand, he pulled out a book he had started a few years ago but had never finished. It was a book called "Sleep, Pale Sister" by Joanne Harris. He recalled that he had liked the book, but something by Stephen King had distracted him from it and he had never gotten around to finish it. Today, on a lazy Tuesday afternoon, seemed like the appropriate time to do some reading.

After standing in the aisle for a few moments, thumbing through the books and trying to figure out where he had last read, he headed down the hallway. He had given up on trying to remember, and simply decided he would start the book over. Joel sat himself down in a big comfortable arm chair next to a vanilla spice candle that always seemed to be burning, sitting under a pile of books (most of which he had read). Just as he had settled into his chair, he realized something had gone missing. What was it?
Then he realized he had misplaced his hot chocolate. He let out a frustrated sigh, and stood once more, placing the book down in the chair and turned down the aisle, on a search for the beverage that he had so clumsily misplaced.

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[WILLOW MAY KARLE]

Somethings wrong with you

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Willow pushed open the door into the library, looking around with a smile. She wasn't fond of the library, admittedly. The silence always creeped her out and in her mind, the library would be a great setting for a horror movie. Which was why she tended to stray away from it very often. Today though she was making an exception. Her friend had told her about this book but Willow didn't have the money to spare to go out and buy it. After much convincing, she'd found herself. She supposed it was weird, having a fear of libraries but then again, she wasn't exactly a normal person so it didn't really matter if she had a weird fear.

She wondered around the library slowly. Every now and again she'd glance behind her, as if expecting someone to jump out waving an axe around. 'I just need to find the book and get out of here quick' she thought as she continued to walk cautiously through the many shelves that surrounded her. There weren't many people around, she noticed, and that just proved to scare her more. She wouldn't mind so much, if it was more crowded .. or noisy. She has never understood why people had to be silent in a library. Why weren't you allowed to talk using at the very least a normal voice. No, you had to sit there, whispering quietly and trying not to get kicked out. She could understand not shouting at the top of your lungs but having to whisper? It was ridiculous.

Eventually she started scanning through the books, trying to find the one she needed. Unfortunatly, she was a little to small to see the top shelves. Looking round, she saw a table near by and pulled it over, climbing on top of it and looking at the books further up. She made sure no staff were round as she stood on the table, knowing all to well she'd probably get kicked out .. most likely for the rest of her life. Realising the book wasn't in this section, she got off the table and moved it further down the shelves. As she pulled herself back up on the table, her hand brushed a cup of something and it spilt. Whatever it was, it was hot. "Shit!" She swore, slightly to loudly. She fell backwards off the table, managing not to hit her head to hard. She whimpered quietly, the drink thankfully wasn't scorching but it had been hot enough to give her a shock. She stood up, her top now slightly damp and her arm was aching from where she'd tried to stop herself falling. "Who in their right mind leaves a hot drink just lying around!" She whispered angrily to herself. Willow knew it was her fault. She shouldn't be so clumsy but still, it had hurt.

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