Rachel & Co. Publishing

Susan and I agree to show most of the class the library. Even the teacher!
We line up at my locker, and almost everyone in line looks puzzled. Susan can't have told many people. A few people bump their heads, but after that... well, it's really dark in there. I guess when it gets overcrowded in a hallway, it gets over-dark in a hallway. After that, though, we are careful to walk in lines. Then, we reach the library. It's the usual excitement. Then, Susan leads everyone to her special book. "Whoa," says Joey "that like totally has your name on it." "Who published it for you, Susan?" asks our teacher. "I don't know." says Susan. She looks at the spine, the cover, the table of contents, the index, and all the while, there's our teacher, staring at Susan. "Susan," she says in a fakely sweet voice " do you know where to find that information?" Susan flips through the book, then shrugs. "Class?" "The back of the cover!" shouts our class in one chorus. Then, the teacher takes the book from her hands. "Well, Susan, it was very nice for Rachel to publish this book for you." "Wow!" Jenny snatches the book away. "You did that?" I shrug. "Awesome!"she says.

Cutting Corners

I feel crushed. It seems like Susan thinks I'm... mean. Like I'm trying to hold her back or something. Maybe I am mean. Was it selfish to keep the library to myself, then tell one person, and make them conceal it, too? Well, yeah! Maybe a lot of people knowing about the library isn't such a bad thing. Right then, Susan walks over to my desk, and asks "Did you lose a pair of scissors?" I look in my desk. Well, she didn't mention anything about the library. Well, of course she didn't! Why would she? "Oh, yeah. Thanks." I'm thinking she is going to hand the scissors right over, but no. She drops them, and motions toward the floor. I bend down, and then she drops down with me. I shrug, about to get up, and then she snatches hold of my arm. "Listen," she says "I'm really sorry about what happend yesterday. I just got mad." I probably should have said something back, but I didn't. I nodded and smiled, took hold of my scissors, and sat back down, to see the teacher peering at Susan crawling across the floor, and, strangely enough, smiling.