I am definitely most proud of reading this term, but I thought it would be boring to see a picture of my sticker chart progress so I posted this story instead. (:
Mr Linden’s Library
“Victoria,” Mr Linden whispered.
The young girl shot awake.
“It’s much too late. Go to bed this instant!” his whisper was soft, but bitter.
“Yes...Uncle.” Vicky gathered her books and got up to leave. As she pushed the door open, Mr Linden cleared his throat.
“Victoria.”
Vicky slowly turned her head, her fingers crossed behind her back.
“Not that one.”
Mr Linden’s eyes focused on the book. Vicky walked back across the room; avoid eye contact with her uncle. She slammed the book on the table.
Mr Linden frowned.
“We have discussed the possibilities of this book in your possession, do you understand?”
Vicky nodded, ashamed of herself. Once again, she was standing in the doorway, bookless. Just, she wouldn’t let it happen again.
* * *
The clock stroke two hours after midnight. Usually at this time Mr Linden had finished his studies and gone to bed on the third floor. Only three floors from the sixth floor, where the library was located.
Vicky turned the doorknob. Her heart pounded. Mr Linden would certainly find out her whereabouts. She tiptoed across the cold stone floor, and down the stairs.
The library. The air was cold and smelled of dust. Where was the book? Mr Linden must have hid it somewhere she would never find it. The books were arranged in alphabetical order, but what letter was it under? The book. T? or B?
No, Mr Linden was much smarter than to leave the book in the library. One place . . .
Vicky ran up to the sixth floor where her Uncle was sleeping. She slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door to his enormous suite. But Mr Linden was not sleeping. His arms were wrapped around the book, and his blood splattered around the floor.
Now Vicky understood. Her Uncle had done it to protect her. Still, curiosity kills. She tugged the book out from her Uncle’s arms , and turned the front cover.
He had warned her about the book, now it was too late.
