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Chapter 5

The next day, we both agreed to get up early so we can eat breakfast in peace. Nobody got up early on a Sunday, so we were safe. We stuffed our faces with food, having not gone to the Great Hall to eat last night. When we were finished, Loanna began stuffing food into her book bag. A couple of apples for me, and a few pears for her. The fruit would last us until dinnertime. Something Loanna and I both had in common was our fancy for fruit.

After she was done accommodating her bag with the fruits, we left the Great Hall hurriedly and made our escape to the library. This place was our sanctuary. Not many people came here, except a few people who wanted to study on the weekends. So neither of us was surprised when it was empty when we walked inside.

Madam Nolan smiled at us from her front desk and we both waved to her. She was a plump, middle-aged woman with only a few gray hairs on her head. Sandy brown hair was put up into her usual bun today and a pair of silver framed glasses covered her milky brown eyes. Madam Nolan was probably one of the only grown-ups I would go to talk to at this place.

“The usual spot?” Loanna asked, her emerald green eyes already sparkling at the aspect of being in the library. Her passion for books was almost as big as mine.

“Meet you there.” I replied as we went our separate ways.

This was our little routine. We went our own ways to look for a good book to read, then retreated to the back of the library to read quietly. Sometimes we would read to each other and enjoy it together. While she went off to go find a Harlequin romance novel, no doubt, I maneuvered my way over to the poetry section. I knew a lot of people loathed poetry because it was difficult to understand. I was one of the many few people who understood it completely. It touched me like no other piece of work and my heart swelled whenever I found a particularly good one.

Today, I was venturing out to ancient written poetry. I smiled gleefully, when I found this book that contained breathtaking poems from an assortment of authors. The poems were written almost a century ago. Some of the authors included Walt Witman, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost and Langston Hughes. This looked promising, so I made my way over to the corner of the library that was most secluded.

Loanna was already there, her nose almost on the page of her newly found book. I chuckled at her appearance and sat down next to her. “What did you find?”

“Little Woman by Louisa May Alcott. What about you?” she asked, peaking up from her book.

“Ancient poems, By Ancient Authors. Written by Alec Smotherson.”

“Figures you would get a book on poems.” She teased me lightly.

“Well what is your book about? Another romance?” I replied with a chuckle.

“It’s about these four sisters.”

“Are they short?”

“I don’t think so. Why?” she asked, confusion clouding her eyes.

“It’s called Little Woman. Are they part goblin?”

“They aren’t really little! It’s just the name of the book.” She laughed.

“I think my book will be better.” I said, with a witty smile.

“Your book will be so boring! All poetry? I’d rather read a story.” Was her comeback.

“But poetry is so much better. If the first poem you don’t like, then you can always change what you are reading. With a story, you have to read the story all the way through, regardless if it is terrible or not.” I argued.

“Poetry is difficult though. You don’t even know what you are reading half the time.”

I scoffed at her and began flipping through the book. Scanning through the various poems, I found a particular one that really described the both of us. Smiling, I set my finger underneath the first line and recited it out loud.

“I’m Nobody

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!”

My ice blue eyes glanced back up from the book and landed on Loanna’s laughing form. Her head was thrown back and her golden-brown hair fell silkily over her shoulder. Bottle green orbs sparkled as she tired to control her amusement. I couldn’t help but smile at her. I believe I won that round.


Credit to the poem goes to Emily Dickinson
And Little Women goes to Louisa May Alcott.