Post by Kim Rivers on Apr 13, 2006 19:52:32 GMT
Kim had come from the noisyness of the common room to the library to try and get some peace and quiet. It was always loud in there, like some kind of wacky twenty-four hour party.
She went through the door and strait into the bookshelves. Realising she didnt know what she was looking for she went and sat down. "How am i supposed to find it? If i dont even know what im looking for!" She muttered to herself and pulled out her leather clad diary. She never worried about anyone reading it since they wouldnt understand a word of it anyway.
She dated the top of the page and began to write. For some reason her writing was always a lot neater in her diary than anywhere else. Joined, slanted and thin. Sort of like the style you'd find in an ancient book. And besides from the fact that the leather was so clearly new, the language of the writing and the style, she could so easily pass it off as an ancient text. She looked at the words, she didnt know why her father wouldnt tell her what it was, though she had come across it in one book a few weeks ago. All it told her was that it was indeed a very old text. No name of what it was though. "Well at least i know smething. Its very old and i can speak it. I wonder.. if anyone in this place knows what it is. Maybe a professor might? But im not running to anyone" She carried on writing, all nonsense and what she had gotten upto the past few weeks. How she felt and everything else. She also wrote what each one of her friends was like, and even some of the professors she respected. Though, there werent that many. Probably only two. She didnt stop writing, she didnt even realise someone was stood over her untill they spoke.
She went through the door and strait into the bookshelves. Realising she didnt know what she was looking for she went and sat down. "How am i supposed to find it? If i dont even know what im looking for!" She muttered to herself and pulled out her leather clad diary. She never worried about anyone reading it since they wouldnt understand a word of it anyway.
She dated the top of the page and began to write. For some reason her writing was always a lot neater in her diary than anywhere else. Joined, slanted and thin. Sort of like the style you'd find in an ancient book. And besides from the fact that the leather was so clearly new, the language of the writing and the style, she could so easily pass it off as an ancient text. She looked at the words, she didnt know why her father wouldnt tell her what it was, though she had come across it in one book a few weeks ago. All it told her was that it was indeed a very old text. No name of what it was though. "Well at least i know smething. Its very old and i can speak it. I wonder.. if anyone in this place knows what it is. Maybe a professor might? But im not running to anyone" She carried on writing, all nonsense and what she had gotten upto the past few weeks. How she felt and everything else. She also wrote what each one of her friends was like, and even some of the professors she respected. Though, there werent that many. Probably only two. She didnt stop writing, she didnt even realise someone was stood over her untill they spoke.
