Young Writers Society

One night very, very late after the library had closed, I, Samantha Robin, and my best friend, Zoey, were searching desperately for answers. I mean DESPERATELY. Like, when you need to find out if you're having pizza for dinner so you bug your mom till she gives you a punishment. You might be wondering, why in the world are these girls doing this? I mean it's a library, for goodness sake! They seriously want a book that bad?! Well, not just any book. Of course, I'm not going to leave you wondering the answers to these questions. Why don't we start from the beginning? Keep reading and don't put it down till you're done!

It all started on a warm Thursday morning at Glenvar High School. All the ninth-graders were running down the sidewalk, including me and Zoey. The sun glowed on our bright, excited faced. Around the corner, I could see the brown and white short building. White and pink blossoms grew on the trees letting off a beautiful fragrance. Little shrubs grew up all around the library. Through the library windows, I could see kids of all ages reading or talking to their friends. It was here and no one could stop it. It was Library Day.

"Zoey!" I screamed. "It's finally here!"

"I know! I have a brain!" she replied, rolling her eyes.

I walked on the purple and red carpet past the main desk and into the main library area.I walked down the purple and red striped carpet past the round main desk and into the library area. The sun shinned down through the huge windows lined up on the wall. Black bookshelves were lined up all in a row. Pictures framed with gold hung on the end of each shelf. My best friend, Zoey, flopped in a chair at the corner of the room.

"Sam, how do you even like library day?" she asked, pulling back her brown short hair.

"Duh! It's because it's filled with wonder!" I yelled, waving my hands around like a crazed maniac.

"Well, have fun!" she replied sarcastically.

I wandered through the tall shelves and pulled out the wondrous books. To me, every book in this library was like a secret. A secret that was just yearning to get out and tell its story to the lucky kid who got ahold of it. After exploring practically the whole library, I pulled out a book called 'Kristy's Great Idea By Ann M. Martin'. When I was about to read it, I heard a high-pitched voice squeal my name from the other side of the shelf. I had to figure out if someone was gossiping about me. I just had to! I peeked around the corner to see Kelsey, one of the meanest girls in the school and she happens to be in my grade. She's really proud and she bullies everyone. Her favorite thing to read is gossiping magazines and she is totally obsessed with her cellphone. Today, she was wearing her designer black boots, slim jeans, pink t-shirt, white jogging jacket, and her face was literally smothered with makeup, mostly sparkles. She paced back and forth in the aisle. One hand was holding her expensive black iPhone up to her ear and the other was inspecting her flawless dark pink fingernails and flicking her long blond ponytail.

"Wow! This is so funny! Zoey eats paste? I seriously never knew that! I will tease her till the day she dies!", she shrieked. "Oh, listen to this! Samantha Robin has a brother named Robbie! How old is he? More people should make books like this. But how do they figure out this priceless information about Sam's life?"

After blabbering for a while, she slid the book back into the shelf and sashayed away. Right when she disappeared around the corner, I grabbed the book and examined the cover. It was red and it had six words printed on the front in gold. Six terrifying words. The book was called, 'The Secret Life of Samantha Robin'.

"What?!", I yelled.

Zoey peeked around the corner. She looked at me like I was some weirdo. It was the look I usually gave her when she acted like a complete idiot.

"Sam, what's wrong with you?!" she shouted.

"This is what's wrong with me!" I replied, shoving the red book into Zoey's face.

"Wow, Sam! You're famous! Can I have your autograph?" she exclaimed, pushing her notebook into my face.

"No, Zoey! I'm not famous! Someone's probably stalking me!" I cried.

"Ooh! It's just like in those detective movies!" Zoey replied.

"No, this isn't good. I'm going to check this out and read it in the bus."

I ran to the smaller area of the library and waited in line for my turn. When I got up there, a friendly face greeted me. The face belonged to Mr. Miller, the head librarian.

"Hello, Samantha! Are you ready to check out?", he said.

I nodded and handed him the red book. He was too busy talking to me to read the front cover.

"Is Mallory Robin related to you?", he asked.

"Yeah. She's my aunt. I've never met her before, though. My parents say she's a little paranoid."

"Oh," Mr. Miller replied surprised. "She seems pretty nice. She just started working here as my helper. You might be able to meet her another day, but she's busy right now."

"Students, buses are going to leave in five minutes," the loud speaker in the library said. "Everyone head to the bus lot."

I grabbed my black jogging jacket and zipped it up around me. Like always, me and Zoey walked together down the sidewalk to the bus lot. The wind stung our eyes and pushed back out hair. I slid the book inside my backpack as we waited for our bus to arrive. Once it did, we embarked into the lot, surrounded by tons of other kids. We squeezed into the bus and sat in the second seat down from the front.

"Open your backpack! Open your backpack!" Zoey exclaimed.

"Ok, ok!"

I zipped down my backpack and started to search. Gum rappers... no... folders... no.... an empty paste bottle? Zoey must have been eating my paste again. She'll be lucky if she lives to tomorrow. It had just... vanished. My phone started to ring in its very annoying tone that I have no idea how to change. I quickly answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Sam. It's your mom. Since tomorrow is a Saturday and we have nothing planned, I was wondering if you would like Zoey to come over for a sleepover."

"Yes, yes, yes!", Zoey squealed.

"Great! Remember, I won't be home till eleven tonight," Mom replied. "Bye, sweetie!"

"Bye!", I replied as I hung up.

"Awesome! Have you found the book?", Zoey asked.

"Uh.... no. What if..."

I quickly dialed in the library's number.

"Hello, this is Glenvar Library. This is Mallory. How may I help you?"

It was my aunt!

"Uh... hi...", I stuttered. "Could you check if you have the book The Secret Life of Samantha Robin?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure," she said. "Yeah, we have it. There's only one copy. Are you interested in holding it?"

"Um... no. Bye!"