We enter the library, hoping that no teacher is here and that we can sneak in without getting caught.
We sit down at an old rustic table in the back corner of the room surrounded by the lingering aroma of historic books and the sound of ruffling paper.
Amber takes out her notebook from her bag and starts to rewrite the previous lesson notes
"Hey, Amber, why do you rewrite notes that you already took?"I say my thoughts out loud
"Well the first time I write is when I get the idea in my head, second time is for understanding, third time is for memoriesing it"she explain, as my eye wonder into the corner of shelf where stands a rustic books that looks like it has seen better days yet it shines and stands out more than newer and finer book.
Amber notices my eyes fixated somewhere elsewhere.
"What are you looking at?"
"That book over there," I reply, unable to take my eyes off of it
"Seems out of..place?"
"What do you mean out of place it's a book in a library," Amber replies while turning her head.
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I don't know how much time has passed since we both have been staring at the book yet slowly, I am forgetting to care just as I am forgetting my surroundings.
All i know is that I want to see it closer.
Closer.
CLOSER.
The next thing I knew was that I was holding the book.opeaning it. And stood beside me was Amber
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Gamble with death
FantasyYasmin, a girl who loved to procrastinate and always made decisions before thinking and prayed for the outcome to be in her favoure and now finds herself in a situation where all odds are against her. One day she is skipping English with her friend...
