Stormy Michealson/Hale

Chandler walked into the library, hoping to find a good book to read. She didn't know what type of books this library had, or what type of genre's this library had. She had hoped there were some fantasy books. She could easily get lost in a book, if the genre was fantasy. She hated non-fiction books, because they were about non-fictional stuff, such as sponges, who would wanna read about boring sponges? Definitely not Chandler, she prefered books, where the hero would rise, and defeat the cowardly villain. Or, books where the main character had to make a decision to save her life, or her friends, or just stuff that couldn't happen in real life. Life was too boring to read non-fiction books, and she knew that.

She walked into the non-fiction section. Of course they had a non-fiction library, what kind of school didn't have a non-fiction section in they're library? She browsed through the books, and she found one that spiked her interest. The colors of the book were dynamic, and the books cover had such good cover art. Chandler had to check this one out. However, she didn't know how it worked at Forks High, at her middle school, you would just walk up the counter, scan your card, and check out your book. She had no idea how it worked at Forks High, or any other high school for that matter. She was a freshman and it was all new to her. Everything about school was an emotional less black hole, of nerves.


Chandler walked to a random student, hoping they knew. "Hello." She said, trying not to make herself sound like a fool. She continued to talk, trying to sound like a professional. Freshman? How could a freshman be a professional? She had no idea, but she tried to make herself sound the least bit smart. "Excuse me, find sir or madam, do you have any idea how I check out a book here?" She hit her for-head right after she said that. She sounded like an idiot, and there was no stopping that. She just looked at the person, hoping they would answer her, before she ran off in silence. That would be presentable though. She was after all a freshman, and all kids went through this type of thing they're first year in high school. She even betted that person had went through it. However, she didn't know anything about him, or her. She was just asking a question. Everyone asked questions. Was she right? She had no idea.

Chandler had to clear her mind. She knew she was being a bit dramatic with all of her thoughts. breath, breath She thought to herself, taking deep breaths. She took a deep breath, then just stared at the person she was talking to. She was hoping for an answer soon enough.