EARLY NEXT day, I found myself at the library, sorting out textbooks by their grades, and then by authors. And now I was heading to a desk filled up with papers that contained records of books borrowed by students.
I was bored out of my mind. But, it was Miss Campbell's idea. Since I had failed the essay class, if I didn't want to have a repeat, I could either do this or just have the class again.
I chose this. Apparently, sorting out books in a library for over half an hour could actually get you not to repeat a class.
As I headed over to the large rectangular desk, I spotted by the corner, a familiar lady already there. She was the school's librarian- the one who had made me forget my essay. Not that it was her fault though.
In front of her were scattered papers, and she held a cup o
