Wondering if the tips were because of her unbuttoned shirts she looked down to make sure she is well advertised. “Shit, where-” Before finishing her sentence she found her tablet. She had planned on reading a new book she had downloaded until Becky called and ate every possible minute of the night up. Gathering the rest of her essentials and stuffing them into her back pack she quietly waited. “Sorry again Jenny,” the voice called out closing the door.
But now that people bought their books at other new bookstores, Amazon and read eBooks, it had lost its energy it once had, though it still has its charm. Let me tell you dear reader, paper books are far better than those digital ones, I promise. Anyways, the store has all varieties of genre and languages of books, new and old. You won’t have any idea how much books it contains. Meanwhile, Maris was sitting behind the counter in the center of the store listening to the falling raindrops as she kept her head down reading.
The Webster’s Pocket Dictionary and Thesaurus are my only insight into the world of words and their meaning or usage. How wonderful it would be to have the ability to sit down and just write colorful and animated essays without frustration, irritation, and confusion. I can see my fingers flying across the keyboard, putting down words that make sense to the reader and me. What a thought! Someday this might happen, but until it does reality returns and I am once again asking myself if what I am writing is good enough.
My first essays were decent, which meant that I was finally learning the concept of five paragraph essays. Ms. Mercado, my expository writing teacher, suggested that I write down my ideas for my essay first and later revise my ideas into organized sections of the essay then correct grammatical errors. I have learned that re-reading my content after writing it will help me find spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes. My expository writing teacher also gave us novels that interested me for example “The Glass Castle” and “A Thousand Splendid Suns”. After reading, our class had literacy circles where everyone expresses their opinion on the book and their theories about the author’s purpose.
Just as she was going to respond, the bell rang. “Let’s talk about it on the way to class.” She started to walk to class, but Alice stayed behind. “Why aren’t you coming?” Sydney asked, “Our classes are in the same direction.” Alice responded, “I can’t be on time for class!” Sydney and Alice laughed as Sydney walked to class. When Sydney got to class, Miranda, her enemy, was just getting there, too. Sydney just walked past ... ... middle of paper ... ...interrupted, “I don’t want to hear whatever excuse you have for me.
When Slya hung up the phone, she walked over to Mr Hylan’s desk and told him that her mother wanted her to receive at least an one hour detention. “Alright, I hope you know you’ll be going to room 56 on Friday after school for your detention. Just sign your name here and the date, have your mom sign it when you get home, and return it to me tomorrow. You may go to break now.” Slya did as she was told and quickly left the classroom, feeling safer when she was out the door. When the time came for Slya to serve her detention, she felt a little lighter.
As I stepped into the commons to enjoy my fifteen minutes of relaxation, the terrible feeling I was having drove me to call Sherrie's house to see if she was there. I just wanted to know that she was ok. The voice of Sherrie's mom, Carrie, answered my call saying, "Hi, you've reached the Jones house. We can't come to the phone right now. Leave us a message and we'll call you right back.
I entered my room, stood for a brief moment, and basked in my room’s impeccability. I loved entering my room knowing I would not be disturbed and that my books were always waiting to take me in an escape from life during times when I needed to shut the world out and enter into new ones. I dropped the armful of books onto my bed and began to sort through my stack of library books from my research materials. While doing this, I came across a slim volume I didn't recognise with a plain, soft black cover nestled between two large ones looking greatly out of place. I couldn’t for the life of me, remember checking it out.
I said to her “okay that will be 2.99”. She gave me the money and walked out joy filled she got a nice new fiction novel. After she left I went into the back of the building to restock some books. As I was restocking them I thought maybe I should put that dragon book back there in case another person wants a copy. So I started looking for another copy but I couldn’t find one.
With pages of notes in my desk’s cabinet, I could easily pull them out slightly to copy and silently slide each page back, smoothly and safely under a few books. If I act carefully, it would be impossible for my teacher to know. The rain has stopped. Light shined through the windows as the sky was bright again. My heart was racing as our teacher approached the classroom.