Imagine Me || Open

[Marceline J. Chambers]

|words;; 602 || outfits;; Outfit || Song used;; I smile by Kirk Franklin || notes;; |

Sigh. This shortness was going to be the death of her, as she strained to reach this one last book. Well, death or forever the annoyance it shall hold- after all, all her twenty-nine years of living, never once did she praised the tininess she possessed. Well, beside the fact she was awesome at fitting into small places, but... considering the sourness of her personality, never did she consider as some sort of perk. Thankfully, her face held no hints of childishness, or else she wouldn't be taken seriously.

Then again, there was that Alex guy that mistake her as being some student at the local academy. Pft.

Did she look like a student? She couldn't... she was too old- she was pushing into middle-age and all that jazz. Hmm, she shouldn't really care in the end, since it didn't matter; all that did was managing to get this book off the top shelf.

Stumbling upon this little, eerie little bookstore was a stroke of luck- though visiting the library would of been the more financial-friendly choice or scourge the internet for what she wanted, but c'mon- it was a bookstore, and not one of those major chain kind. Being a lover of words, she was drawn to the small, interesting shop.

While there wasn't too much- disappointed, because the shop turned out just to be front. In truth, as she discovered, was a shop for those Northvale students and teachers alike- 'spefically, ones who were in the witchcraft business. Or magic, but she gleefully call it witchcraft, no matter how offense. More textbooks, spell books, and while she at first thought it was a fine... eh, life has a way of rejecting assumptions. Scanning the shelves, she couldn't find much books that could help with the translating, and it was especially hard with the fact most of the books were latin to begin with.

But lo and behold, after stubbornly not asking help from the staff, on the top of a certain shelf, finally she had a step in the right direction- a book of translation of basic Latin. It wasn't a full blown one, but hell, its something.

Then it came to this situation; dragging a mini-stepping stool to stand on, as she stood on it, even on her tippy-toes, her fingers barely brushed the book. "Of course..." She muttered, straining her arm up and using the shelf as even more support, in an attempt to tug the book down.

It wasn't budging.

Marcy took a moment to slid off her messenger bag, which held one of many, ancient books that belong to her late friend, Ms. Zahara. Balancing on the tip of her toes, lifting one of her legs as an attempt to get that blasted book. Aha! She was able to loosen it a bit, her fingers clamping onto the little space given as she attempted to pull it out.

It was perfect! Tugging it out, the book now hers--

Spoke too soon. It gone by without her notice, the mini-steps wiggle and were dangerously close to tipping over, thanks to the angle she was standing on. So as soon as she freed it, so free her sense of balance and she let a small grunt of "God damn it!", hugging the book close as her balanced shifted and she was sent tumbling.

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