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After school I went to library to start a paper I had due. Even though there were angels and nephilim in my life, that didn't mean that I would stop paying attention to my education. Though the feeling of anything - good or bad - happening, always impended upon me, I needed to stay in reality. What if, like Ezra had said before, that that would be the last time I ever saw him? Even Lorin? He seemed mad enough that he wouldn't ever want to see either Ezra or me ever again. I guess it would be good if they didn't come across my life again, so I could get back to reality and live my normal, human life again. But at the same time, I couldn't - wouldn't - want to stay away from what I had found. What I had realized and came into contact with: the Unknown. I knew things that most humans didn't. Heck, I came into contact with those things!

"Er. . ." Someone beside me brought me back down from my thoughts. I turned and looked, an unfamiliar face was staring back.

"Yes?" I asked patiently.

"You're blocking the way. . ." The woman awkwardly told me, gesturing behind me. I realized I had been standing in front of the Communications Desk, waiting on a librarian or a helper to help me out. Well, here she is now, I thought as the lady walked past me and around the desk, seeming just as embarrassed as I was.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her gaze lifting to meet mine.

"Uh, yeah. I was wondering if the printer is working because I saw a note on it. . ." I trailed off as I realized how dumb my question was. Of course it was broken! I had seen the sign on it! There I go embarrassing myself again. . .

"We have another printer on the bottom floor," The woman interjected, pointed behind my shoulder to indicate the stairs that would lead me to that floor. "You can use that one."

I murmured a quick thank you and left faster than I would have liked to admit. Hopefully I wouldn't see this woman ever again, I thought as I felt my cheeks heat up at my recent 'mess-ups'.

Making my way down the stairs, I looked around the big room for the printer. I didn't find it. shrugging mentally, I walked to the first computer I found that was not occupied or that was around people - well, the people that were here anyway (which weren't a lot). It was sitting in a corner next to the windows that looked out at the parking lot.

Sitting my self down and carelessly throwing my backpack onto the floor after taking out what I needed, I began the dreadful researching.

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"You've been on the computer for a long time now," Someone at my shoulder, commented. I turned my head and looked up at who it was that was invading my personal space and my research time. After all, I did get a lot of it done and I only needed a few more notes.

It was the same lady from the desk.

"Oh. . .yeah, it's a research paper for my World History class." I said in what seemed liked the nicest tone I could muster. "I chose a hard topic." I added when the lady at my shoulder didn't leave or say anything. She nodded and stepped back, but didn't leave. Deciding she wasn't worth the precious, hard-working research time I had left, I went back to my computer.

"We're closing soon." Her kind, authoritative voice told me.

"Oh, I'll be finished before eight." I replied, looking over my shoulder once more to find the lady standing behind my chair, staring at me. What was her problem? Should I shut down my computer and run?

"I need you to leave." She said, her voice becoming stern and annoyed. "Or you'll have to come with me." She added when I continued to stare at her uncomprehending her words.