All in Good Time

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic


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Chapter 1 (v.1) - One

Submitted: February 09, 2018

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I couldn’t believe this was happening. Not only was she looking at me, but she was smirking. I didn’t realize until now that so much could be conveyed in such a small expression. Heat rose to my cheeks so quickly that my face felt like it was on fire. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, making it hard for me to give oxygen to my lungs and making it very easy for me to pass out at any moment. Her smile faltered just as I noticed that I had been gawking at her for an uncomfortable amount of time.

I tried to quickly wave and smile but my clumsy hands would never allow for such a graceful maneuver. Instead, what was supposed to be charming and cute ended in me knocking over the display of Harry Potter books onto the floor. To make things even better for myself, I reflexively shouted “not the precious gems!” which earned some confused stares from the other people in the store. But mostly the looks were that of secondhand embarrassment.

That’s it. I had to find a new bookstore in a new city in a new state. I could never show my face here again. People were used to my infinite amount of quirks here, but I had never outwardly made such an oaf of myself. Margaret, the owner was barely concealing her laughter behind the register as she watched the entire scene unfold before here. Great. Awesome. At least someone is getting joy out of this life ending situation.

Instead of leaving right away, I tried to pick all of the books up at once to return them to their rightful homes and ended up just dropping them again. Why did I think I could hold all of those huge books at once when I can barely hold a piece of paper without nearly dropping it. Okay, time for an emergency course of action. I sit down on the floor and decide to just wait here and wallow in my humiliation until she leaves. This is a great plan; nobody will even notice the girl kneeling in the middle of the aisle surrounded by a disarray of JK Rowling’s works of art.  

Soft footsteps approach from behind and I send a silent prayer to the aliens or sun god or whoever is listening that it isn’t the girl. Please, let it be anyone else. Let it be Donald Trump coming to lecture me on being an American. Let it be a polar bear coming to eat me for destroying the polar ice caps. Let it be anyone else.

“Hey, um, I think you dropped something?” Great. I’m glad literally every being in the universe is against me. Her voice is light and sends chills walking down my spine. I can tell she’s trying not to laugh, but she’s isn’t doing very well.

“Oh? These? No, this is a new feng shui I read about. It’s all the rage. Yeah, pretending to knock things over and embarrass yourself all leads to a calming arrangement of books on the floor of a place in which you do not live.”

I can’t seem to stop talking or to even say something that makes sense. I dare to look over my shoulder at her and she’s now laughing with her entire body. Her curly black hair bounces slightly with each peal of laughter and I find myself completely mesmerized by her. A slow grin breaks out across my face and soon I’m laughing along with her, until tears race their way down my cheeks and fall in a free dive to the floor.

“I just came here to read and drink coffee but I got quite the show too. You really should charge people for that kind of entertainment. I’d pay anything to see that again. I’m Seline by the way.” She reaches out what looks to be like the softest hand I have ever seen and offers to help me stand up.

Seline.


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