Post by Neytiri on Sept 13, 2010 23:16:18 GMT -5
Miss Ingrid Schuller
My short heeled sandals clacked on the third floor tile hallway, white and stained with some pale cream and sky blue colors. I scanned the hall and didn't see many occupants mingling about, so I was certainly glad I'd picked this time to come. As I proceeded down the hall, I peered into a few of the classes in session for now. I'd found a break between classes so I'd decided to come down to the third floor school library. Just earlier today, the librarian, a nice, very polite woman, had called me to inform me that the school had ordered our book supply for the year. She was wondering if I could come and pick up the first box of books, filled with enough copies of our first novel we'd be reading, To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee. She would keep the rest of the books stashed away until our class needed them, but I was eager to grab the first set.
My thin white blouse fit snugly over my figure, and my khaki pants brushed the heels of my shoes. My look today was going for fashionable and energetic. I felt a strand of my curly hair fall into my face and did well to brush it away. My sparkling blue eyes looked over the nearly empty hallway again and finally found the double door entrance to the library. The large doors were wood carved with glass panes set in them, a very impressive entry into the grand, spacious two story library. There were entrances on both the third and second floor, though most of the bookshelves resided on the bottom and the tables and study rooms for students filled the upper area.
My shoes crossed the threshold, stained tile turning to polished wood floors beneath my feet. I walked to the long library counter and was not surprised to see the librarian, a middle aged woman with pale blond hair, standing behind the counter. I smiled and introduced myself as the English teacher, and she looked quickly through her files, then with a flash of recognition across her face, she hurried from the room to return a minute later with a cardboard box, not too large, but heavy by the looks of it. I took the box from her and pulled open a flap on top to be sure they were the right books. Satisfied, I took its full weight from her and thanked the lady, stepped out of the magnificent library as she returned to her computer. I felt the pressure begin to bear down on my arms, so I shifted the load and it became much easier to carry. The hallway seemed long, but eventually I reached my classroom and dropped the heavy box on my desk, ready to use for class.
My short heeled sandals clacked on the third floor tile hallway, white and stained with some pale cream and sky blue colors. I scanned the hall and didn't see many occupants mingling about, so I was certainly glad I'd picked this time to come. As I proceeded down the hall, I peered into a few of the classes in session for now. I'd found a break between classes so I'd decided to come down to the third floor school library. Just earlier today, the librarian, a nice, very polite woman, had called me to inform me that the school had ordered our book supply for the year. She was wondering if I could come and pick up the first box of books, filled with enough copies of our first novel we'd be reading, To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee. She would keep the rest of the books stashed away until our class needed them, but I was eager to grab the first set.
My thin white blouse fit snugly over my figure, and my khaki pants brushed the heels of my shoes. My look today was going for fashionable and energetic. I felt a strand of my curly hair fall into my face and did well to brush it away. My sparkling blue eyes looked over the nearly empty hallway again and finally found the double door entrance to the library. The large doors were wood carved with glass panes set in them, a very impressive entry into the grand, spacious two story library. There were entrances on both the third and second floor, though most of the bookshelves resided on the bottom and the tables and study rooms for students filled the upper area.
My shoes crossed the threshold, stained tile turning to polished wood floors beneath my feet. I walked to the long library counter and was not surprised to see the librarian, a middle aged woman with pale blond hair, standing behind the counter. I smiled and introduced myself as the English teacher, and she looked quickly through her files, then with a flash of recognition across her face, she hurried from the room to return a minute later with a cardboard box, not too large, but heavy by the looks of it. I took the box from her and pulled open a flap on top to be sure they were the right books. Satisfied, I took its full weight from her and thanked the lady, stepped out of the magnificent library as she returned to her computer. I felt the pressure begin to bear down on my arms, so I shifted the load and it became much easier to carry. The hallway seemed long, but eventually I reached my classroom and dropped the heavy box on my desk, ready to use for class.