'Book' (Story)

Book

So there I was, browsing the library. Wait, that doesn’t sound as dramatic as I thought it would be. Forget about that. Anyways, I was browsing the library for 1 HOUR (more like 5 minutes, but who cares really?) finding a book. “Children, only 10 *sigh* more minutes. Another *sigh* class is coming in early.” Says my teacher. What a grump. I see a book, seems like it has a heap of pages. I guess it's the ‘only’ choice I have. (Even though there’s over a million books in the School Library)

HOME, at last! I feel great looking at the pictures on the wall, smelling the great spray that Mom sprayed on the couch. Ahh...AHHH!!!! I scream and ran upstairs to my room. ‘What was that?’ You may ask? Well that was me freaking out. Wait, let me rephrase, that was a SOUND of a bee chasing (well not ‘chasing’ but, still) ME! Wait, how do sounds even chase people. Anyways, (In a more dramatic voice) I shut my door and I still heard the bee noises. I was going to be stuck by a SILLY BEE SOUND!

To pass the time, I decided to play my phone. It's been 1 hour, 52 minutes and I can’t see how many seconds because my phone died. Yippee.. What's left, my book… I lean closer to it and the bee sound gets louder, louder, louder, lou- That’s too much ‘louder’s’ actually. I open my book slowly. And a bee flew out and flies out the window. Phew. Must’ve got in when I put my book down at school. I read my book and it says, ‘Put Me Down, please.’ I put it down slowly, “OK, then…” I said. I flip the page. ‘Now  throw me out your window,’ it read. “This doesn’t belong to me, it belongs to the School.” I was worried. The book flew off of the bed and flies out the window, and drops. I ran to the window and try to grab it before it escaped. “NO!” I yelled.

I guess that book is gone and I (yes, I) am PAYING FOR THE BOOK! It probably doesn’t matter, I’ll leave it. OK, now I’m getting flashbacks to people getting told off by the principal. So I take that back, It PROBABLY really matters, I’m giving it back. BUT HOW? It’s got mud, torn pages and prints of the tyres from a car. Well it's best I get some rest, I’m so tired *yawn* now.. Night, night everyone, or just the people reading. Whatever, goodnight.

New day, new start, new- Old book. I have to return it! Why do I really ‘have’ to return it, even though I get that it matters. Matters a lot. But, I have to go to the library and do it. I head to the library and try one of my tricks. Just casually slide it on the issue and return desk, while I whistle and walk off.  “Nuh-uh-uh! No books shall be broken except for-” The library lady pauses. “Except for this book. Nobody likes it. It's best it goes. It is a rubbish book, and it has rubbish looks.” The lady had continued.

I sighed in relief. I mean, I stopped sighing for a moment and told her I knew. Why? I don’t know, because I’m SMART!

The end of it all. (OR NOT!) Yes, no more, the real end is HERE and if I ever said OR NOT then that would be an obvious lie. (<-- A lie! OR NOT!) OK, bye! (OR NOT_ Y’know I’ll just stop...

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