Post by CAELAN MCCULLEN on Jun 1, 2011 12:16:58 GMT -5
I need a way out, I want to break out
I don't believe that it's gotta be this way.
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It was obvious that I was not from the West Side. Anyone looking at me, which was a good percentage of the library, could tell you that. Honestly, it kind of ticked me off when people from the West Side looked at me and thought I couldn't read or I wasn't interested in that sort of thing. They thought all I did was start fires and break glass. They thought I was a troublemaker. I guess they had a good reason to though. I mean, it's not like my parents would stop me. No, they would tell me it was self-expression. Ha, but that wasn't me.
I walked through the fiction section looking for a good thriller. Murder mysteries, horror stories, and action thrillers were my favorite. It was like a good movie, except my imagination was the screen. I pulled out one and read that back cover. It was supposed to be about a cop gone killer. It sounded interesting enough, so I kept it in my hand as I kept walking. Even if the book turned out to be a dud, I could just return it.
I continued to scan the rows and rows of books until I'd gathered two more mysteries and the novel about a guy who wakes up from a coma to find that someone else is living his life. I didn't feel like heading home and could think of anything else to do, so I found a comfortable looking chair and sat down to start reading the book about the coma guy.