Cassandra walked down the empty hallway, the musty smell of high school students barely lingered. Her foot steps echoed hollowly, emphasizing the barren space. She held her books to her chest. Even though it had been 12 days, Cassandra still wasn't used to it. Gone. Everyone. Just her. Not another soul left accept for her. Poof! Just like that. Poof. What a funny word. Poof! She had no idea how it happened. But it did.
Every day Cassandra went to the school library. Oh sure, the first couple of days she did what any normal kid would do. She'd waken up at ten, (Which she still did. No use in waking up early when she had the whole day.) dragged herself out of bed, and made a waffle or two. Then she had watched a couple movies, got bored, and played her little brother's video games. On the second day she went to Hollister, and Abercombie and took all the clothes she wanted. Then she thought about it, smacked herself in the head, and drove off to the "Rich Mans Plaza." It was basically Prada, Tiffany, ect. She was on her way home when she felt bad that she had shop lifted and returned ALL of it. After that, she had gotten pretty bored. So she came to school. The library became her second home. It was the one place she didn't feel lonely. She forced herself to work for a few hours, then she would settle down with a good book.
This was the whole reason she would come. The wonderful works of art would whisk her away to a magical far off place or small suburb. The vivid descriptions leaping from the page right in front of of her eyes. But the best part, by far, were the people. The lonely girls, the sporty guys. The practical accountants and the gruff sailors. The crafty spies, the rioting cities. It was like she wasn't alone anymore.
Cassandra made it down to the library doors. They stood tall and firm, yet old and cracked. Cassandra pushed the heavy doors open and breathed in the rich smell of dusty old books and crisp new books sharing the secrets they hold inside with each other. Each one had their own space on the shelf. Cassandra always made sure everything was in it's place, just in case she wanted to find something in that book again. She smiled and looked around wondering which book she would devour today. She thought about reading them all. Then reading them again. It's not like she didn't have time. Then something caught her eye. She turned to it and her blood ran cold.
Just a note: I KNOW this chapter is short. I did that on purpose. Please give me feedback! I want to know what to fix Especially Tenses! I mix them up sometimes when I'm writing, so feel free to point them out!