Post by MARGO ♥ REINHART on Mar 6, 2013 20:37:56 GMT -6
Maybe I am strange.
Margo couldn't help but tell herself this for the fourth time as she stood at the cash register, spinning her pen like an acrobatic dancer in between her fingers. It hadn't been entirely normal to move to a new place and pick up a job right away. She had no rush really, she was a college student and it was not because she had a need for money, but she applied for the job because she knew it would be the one place on the island that she could rely on to keep her on the ground. She knew that when she began to loose herself that she could always come the one place where words could surround her and, just for a moment, take her out of the world that troubled her and put her into a different world.
Looking around the bookstore, Margo's green eyes scanned over the people in the room. Quiet, just like the books. The book store hadn't been anywhere near exciting unless she was reading, so watching other people read and come up to the counter with a new book in hand, Margo became just a tad jealous over their liberty to grab a book, read it, and even take it home. She would have her chance though, because on every break, rather than going out to get lunch, she would wander the isles and look for a book.
So when her lunch break came, she launched herself into the book isles, ready to dive into a different world. People must of thought she was strange, watching her go from behind the counter to the very place she worked for. In fact, people who had come to the bookstore regularly might have found her even more strange because before she started working there Margo herself was a regular customer. From customer to cashier to customer again, Margo was a sight.
Before she could she dived into a another thing. A person. Slamming into a person as she rounded the corner of isle, Margo bumped her nose into the man's chest and sprang back, covering her nose. Closing her eyes to shake off the pain, Margo groaned and said, "Sorry."
Margo couldn't help but tell herself this for the fourth time as she stood at the cash register, spinning her pen like an acrobatic dancer in between her fingers. It hadn't been entirely normal to move to a new place and pick up a job right away. She had no rush really, she was a college student and it was not because she had a need for money, but she applied for the job because she knew it would be the one place on the island that she could rely on to keep her on the ground. She knew that when she began to loose herself that she could always come the one place where words could surround her and, just for a moment, take her out of the world that troubled her and put her into a different world.
Looking around the bookstore, Margo's green eyes scanned over the people in the room. Quiet, just like the books. The book store hadn't been anywhere near exciting unless she was reading, so watching other people read and come up to the counter with a new book in hand, Margo became just a tad jealous over their liberty to grab a book, read it, and even take it home. She would have her chance though, because on every break, rather than going out to get lunch, she would wander the isles and look for a book.
So when her lunch break came, she launched herself into the book isles, ready to dive into a different world. People must of thought she was strange, watching her go from behind the counter to the very place she worked for. In fact, people who had come to the bookstore regularly might have found her even more strange because before she started working there Margo herself was a regular customer. From customer to cashier to customer again, Margo was a sight.
Before she could she dived into a another thing. A person. Slamming into a person as she rounded the corner of isle, Margo bumped her nose into the man's chest and sprang back, covering her nose. Closing her eyes to shake off the pain, Margo groaned and said, "Sorry."
