I stare at my teached, open mouthed. I wonder how she found it? Sure, she is smart, but is she really
that smart? Then I remember the four years she spent in college. I keep thinking about it all day, and finally decide to visit the library after school. I had forgotten how marvelous the library was. I sit down on a bean bag and read every single book in the library. I don't worry about time, because I had previously discovered that the clock doesn't move a second faster than you want it to. In this case, it doesn't move at all. While I'm reading, I discover something.
The book changes as you read it! It is true. The pictures and their lines shift to fit the subject perfectly. This library kept getting stranger and stranger. Or was I just starting to think differently?