Oh what a day, I thought to myself.  I just want to go home to bed.  Even though there's nothing left for me there family wise, you know?  Wow, I'm mentally talking to myself again.  I guess I've been doing that a lot recently.  Being lonely mentally can mess you up a bit, even my therapist hasn't been helping much lately either.  But somehow, I think I will be okay.
*bell rings for class*
Time for the last period of the day.  It's probably my favorite because I have people in the class who actually like me for me.  There's even someone who loves books almost as equally as me.  I doubt anyone could have a book addiction like me; I read almost 3-4 books a day, depending on what my parents are doing when I arrive at home.  Fighting seems like they always do now.  
  As I'm walking out of the schools library, one of the popular girls walk past me and laugh, calling me a geek.  I don't mind it much anymore.  My life isn't something to dread myself with much. 
  When I arrive at the school's broadcasting station, it's like a relief that the people in the class are just about my normal as I am. 
  My friend Maat walks up to me (yes, she is named after the Egyptian goddess of order, and, yes I am that kind of geek) and says, "Hey Fam!  I'm so glad you're here."
  "Me too, Maat."  I reply.
She runs up to me and hugs me. She's like my sister in class. She always loves monster, and bugs our friend everyday for some. I forget the reason why though. I always forget; I guess it just becomes a part of you.
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It's now time to ride the bus home, back to the land of misery. I guess you could call it my home. I don't really like to call it home. I've always believed that your home is where your hearts goes to when you fall in love. I'm not a really lovable person. I'm always alone, usually at home no one hangs out with me and only one person texts me. I bought a phone because I thought I could be more social, but what a let down I made for myself.
The bus is almost to the library. Maybe I'll go there for a bit, my parents don't mind picking me up from here some times when they're not fighting.
The bus stops in front of the library, and I let myself off. One of the high schoolers tries to trip me on my way to the doors but I managed to dodge their foot in time.  I don't see why people need to hurt me or bully me all the time.  I think I'm a pretty okay person.  Maybe I just haven't found the person to love my person. 
  I open the door to the library and when the bell jingles as the dusty book air hits me, it's like my home.  One of the few places I call home.  The books are my houses and the words are the people living and jumping to something different every new page.  There are even so many adventures!  Everyday I go on a new adventure and imagine myself in that persons situation.  Books make me feel like my soul is meant to roam free and enjoy the aspects of the world.  The world today is not a very pleasant one; however, I'd rather not go into that topic. 
  As I walk in, my favorite librarian greets me, "Hey Zahra, how are you my dear?" She asks.
"I'm okay Piper, how are you today?" I ask with a smile.
"I'm very good dearie, just waiting for my favorite book lover," she says. That's one of the best parts, she loves my love for books and I even received special privileges to some books that others aren't allowed to hold or even look at. I'm one of her best volunteers/workers. My spark for the library is always exciting.
"You know, Piper, I love the library and it's my home. I couldn't live without you and this place." I say with a small tear on my face.
"Now don't become a softy, Zahra, or I'll have to go grab the ruler." I stopped and looked at her. I soluted her and had taken off walking behind her. I heard her giggles and laughter in the shelves of books.  The silence here is breath taking.  Literally, it's usually not this quiet.  Reading when there's silence is amazing because no ones around and you can feel at peace, like you are at home.  This is my home even when there is sound, but the silence is even better. 
  I start my duties by checking all the books are with their series and are in the right order.  When books are out of series order, it becomes a pain to figure out what book is first and last, but I know most series orders and so I help Piper with the organization, and the dust.  My goodness the dust is horrendous in here, but I kind of enjoy the smell.  It makes the books musty and seem old, like they have history.  Which, some do and some don't, but it reminds me of a comfy place.
  A few series were out of order, but I had fixed them.  I went up to the counter and grabbed the ones brought back and put them back on the shelves where they belong.  I saw one book in particular and grabbed it.  I looked at, and it looked like my type of book.  Fantasy, romancey, and homey.  A new adventure that I haven't heard of before.  Walking over to one of the sofas in the corner, I start reading the prologue, and I loved it since it's first word.
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"She will soon understand. The day she finds the will is the day she finds the time to love." A man said.
"I wonder what will happen in the days to come, my friends," another man said.
"So do we," and it sounded like another five more.
And they all looked at me. Seven different eye colors.
"Soon, Zahra," they all said."
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I woke up in a rush. I was still in the library on the sofa, with the book in my hand.  It was dark out!  My parents are going to kill me!  I scrambled to put the book back and grabbed my things when Piper walked up to me and said, "Calm down girl, I called them and told them you were staying with me tonight helping with donation boxes of books." I silently thank her and walk to the place where I sleep here when I lost track of time reading.  That little dream is though was something else. When did I ever dream like that before? Must've been the book I was reading. Someone always told me that when your mind over thinks it will give you strange dreams when you sleep. Must've been about the book.
  Walking up the stairs to my room, I think about how my parents will react when I'm gone one day and they won't see me again.
I walk into my room. A bed, a lamp, a pile of books I need to finish, and some snacks I pick up when I have a few dollars.  A little home and a little adventure. Every day is a new adventure, I tell myself this every night. It had my little string of hope that someone out there will save me and show me my worth. The day that I belong in this world will be the day I find love, I can feel it, but somehow I can also feel that things will change.
  I lay down in my bed, and I drift off wondering when the day will come when....