I Won't Say Goodbye

"I have to get used to these surpises" I tell myself, though this doesn't seem like a surprise. I realize that maybe the library is changing with my imagination. This could be accurate. Then again, maybe I'm just imagining it all. I push that thought out of my head quickly. For some reason, I'd probably be sad if this was all a dream. I think of all the students who found the library before me. The oldest students are probably in at least 7th grade. I wonder if they ever told anyone about the library? Did they forget about it? There aren't many days left, and I'm not ready to forget the library. Not yet.