there was a thing called wednesdays are the worst of the days ever born, it seemed that on that day you would more often encounter black cats on your way to work and home, land on your butt more than you needed when ever you pass by a broken mirror just to see that beautiful lady on your office and feel the wrath of all living creatures born to be possibly nasty and bitchy on your young age. of course on accounts of those unlucky things being done on just one day, there is absolutely no proof that that day has stopped more lives, from continuing, than anything in the world.
there is just enough time to finish the day and the library was about to close, Tapeta who simply borrowed a book, entitled: Star Wars for Dummy's, which she didn't even read since she was never a fan of was on the verge of a 20 bucks fine for not returning it in time. her burdensome back pack not helping her for decreasing her speed has just found her self face to face with the empty corridor to the doors of the library. just a few steps away and she would have succeeded in her mission that took most of her under-exercised legs life when she saw the student librarian helper locking the doors.
skidding to a wonderful steady skater boy like stop, the noise from the friction of her rubber shoes to the floor felt so piercing in the ears that she had to momentarily squint through the pain. once she had found it safe to open her eyes, and ears, her vision welcomed the sober looking boy from the faculty room. his face looking a little pale, his one eye awfully twitching with the reddish pain. he smelled a little awful but it must be because he was sweating, sweating in the middle of a cold 8 o'clock night in the library?
"ahm... you're that girl." he said a little weak, it was obvious that something had happened to him so horrible that made his voice hoarse.
there was this momentary pause on a persons head thinking whatever they needed to respond, she wanted to respond rudely but it kind of felt wrong, seeing as he looked quite shy and reluctant. "yes i am that girl."
it was definitely an awkward thing for the guy as he seemed to feel trapped in a corner, even though his mouth struggle a twitching smile. Tapeta on the other hand just made a lazy nod smile combination.
"could you excuse this one time with this book." she hurriedly said to avoid having that ultimate silence prolonged. "i really, really don't have 20 bucks in my allowance, in fact i couldn't spare it. the teacher said i could borrow it up until the end of seven days but its already the seventh and i didn't remember it not until science class. had to hurry to a pay phone and call my mother, so basically long story short, i had to go through blood guts and needles just to return this."
finishing her words by showing that yellow book with the epic icon of wheezing evil force Darth Vader, behind tiny images of Han Solo, Princess Lea, Luke and a bunch of photoshopped images to look into one decent image cover related to Star Wars. relevantly he was familiar with it, but he looked like he wasn't a definite fan, words be true he wasn't. he'd have read it before though since he's given quite alot of time with him self and the library.
"guess i could let you slip just this once." he told her as he reached for the book. he inspected the library card at the back of the book and went back inside, "but i suggest you wait for it to finish. you might not know if i'm really clearing your name or not."
looking around her and seeing how grim the open lights of the corridors were to her aware mind of the dark night outside she insisted upon herself to enter the library, even though she was on her full guard. you could never tell what a person is like, even if he looked like he was oppressed ten folds by some unknown force. a constant reminder to a person living in a world more dangerous than the star wars world.
libraries were considered creepy by students, specially at the wake of the night. towering shelves that made it looked like maze walls hindering your line of sight to the goal which was the end of the room, the opposing wall. books that made small tiny spaces to peek through the darkness of the nooks and crannies that existed between the shelving room and its occupants. tiny non-existent windows, since the libraries location was between the school gyms firewall and at the back of the school building.
there are two floors for the library, the other one like a viewing balcony consisting of older books and files from the school since God knows when archives and the normal library which is where they were located on the ground floor. the boy sat behind the reception desk which was located at the center of the room, where the only light source came from. it was bright and reassuring, but it didn't reach all those corners that the dark seemed to have crept from.
"could you edit the time when i gave it back?" Tapeta asked as she laid down her bag on the table as she watched him type on the computer, her eyes nervously surveying the dark.
he looked up at her and smiled that smile of his where you were wondering so suddenly what ever you did wrong to him. was it his way to make her feel guilty for returning that book late in the evening, where everyone's already gone and the only existing people in the school were those sports club outside, some responsible students, the janitor and the responsible teachers. even though the school had too much space to spare for its too many students,once they leave it , itfeels really large and intimidating.
"on second thought, why don't you just leave the time be. you know, maybe i could start sparing that 20 bucks. its just 20 bucks."
"no its okay, i'm already done anyway. just, next time don't forget to return the books you borrow earlier, Tapeta." he told her a little like it was something a motherly librarian would say to any kid.
"yeah," she said, plus. "could i ask you something really important?"
"okay?"
"whats your name?"
his silence must have been the best silence she'd seen. so far his face hadn't printed such a shock, she could have guessed a thousand reasons why, but nothing would actually come up into her mind since she herself has no idea what ever ran into his mind. one thing was really evident, at the time being, it felt like it was his first time to be asked what his name was. was she missing something in the world these days, is asking someone a very normal question such as asking about there name that a big deal it needed someone to react like so.
"sorry was the question really that bad?" she asked him, totally curious of his reason.
"no, no." his face hiding the fact that his voice sounded excited and happy. "i'm Solemi. my name is Solemi. i'm a year older so don't mind calling me whatever you want, you can definitely call me whatever you want."
"doesn't that work a bit the other way around. you should be able to call me any names since, you know, i'm younger."
"really? i don't mind. it's alright!!" suddenly snickering like a hyena to himself then reverting back to normal, "we should leave now. the janitor checks in at eight to see if there are students still in the library so we don't want to be mistaken for thieves."
"good idea, i don't feel happy being inside a creepy dark room." said Tapeta to him finally just chewing on his shocked expression and resolving on exiting the lair of the night library.
Tapeta insisted on walking home with him and waited for a few minutes to a door that is in direct view of his locker, although she didn't waste any time watching him waste his time in fixing his things getting them done and fading away. she was busy texting Henryeta that she was hoping she could copy her assignment in math tonight, being neighbors with a good studious friend is a good thing, specially in times of need when you feel lazy on learning on your own. but having a mother that worked at night might be another reason having a studious friend for a neighbor be a good thing.
before she could even make another message after sending the previous one she heard a loud cry from inside, her speed was good enough that her face slammed on the closing half of the double door that it stopped itself from closing properly. nursing her aching nose her eyes caught a few boys, probably from a higher batch poking fun at Solemi while he was trying his darnedest best to run away.
"good day Solemi, so hows the essay going? hope you don't let us down, i mean you don't want us to loose our chance to play on the field right? besides were paying you nicely. those extra cash your earning is helping you right? so hope we're not disturbing you or anything." said the one she recognized as Levin, to the eyes of many he may look completely sporty and normally good looking. though some would say he's got a few points down for a certain part of his personality, it seems like most girls seem to not care about it, must be the 'i know he's got a kind side' excuse.
of course all the timid like Solemi can do is sort of cower, a bit like hiding only it was a fail. "i thought those were due at the end of the week, i still haven't done most of it?"
"which ones? mine or there's??" asked Levin pointing to his comrades.
"hey, i paid first i should get mine earlier!"
"shut up, you borrowed money from me. you shouldn't be asking to have yours early."
"come on lets just finish this will you i have a date with that hot new girl in our cheer leading squad."
"oh hell yeah that girl with brown eyes, god her body's like a cloud nine waiting for me."
"shut up!" said Levin amidst his friends enjoying themselves at the sole idea of having fun.
"i'll give it tomorrow. promise!!" he said to him raising his left hand as an oath.
"use your right moron!" said one of them and pulled the other hand away from clutching his bag. the bag fell flat on the floor as he looked like a cactus with his hands both stuck in the air. waiting to be pulled down by his puny willed arms.
the rest of them left before Levin said "hey, heard bout that stunt you did with the trophy case. you know your worse than us. blaming a kid for your own fault. pretty cowardly ain't it, and your saying making you do these home works unfair. dude we're paying you, you should be grateful you have more than the income you should have."
savoring the effect of his last words to Solemi, who looked like he was about to burst in shame, he left him standing hands raised like a coat hanger waiting for coats and hats to hide his miserable existence. long before he could even find a way to make himself feel even more miserable than he should be there came the young girl Tapeta. her black eyes looking at him, it wasn't showing any thing but the fact she saw everything.
"you could probably use someone to talk to." she told him as she picked up his bag and put his jacket on top of his head, "and something, like a pipe wrench, to put those arms down."
evidently wednesdays weren't as unlucky as it seems, and at that time Solemi was glad he was oppressed.
while waiting for a miracle on some other things i have now been brought back to reality... will be submitting no soon than this week by waiting if i can muster up the courage to bring or use my mouse to illustrate of puto shop... but oh well it's interesting and it pays... have to do my best... 
