Post by Cassandra Dane on Jun 22, 2013 15:37:05 GMT -8
A gentle hand brushed the hair out of Caz's face as she grinned. She was excited to be out with her mother. They never went out together. To add to the excitement they had came to a lake! Caz had never been to a lake before. Her and her mother stayed inside their small apartment all the time. The English weather made the water cold but they waded in together until the water was up to Caz's chest. The same gentle hands gently placed on Caz's shoulder. She looked up at her mother but only saw a stranger in her mother’s eyes.
Caz shot up so fast that she sent paper flying off the table. It took her a few seconds to realise where she was. Glancing around and slightly gasping for breath she saw tall book cases that where filled to the brim. The Library. She had come here to look over some newspapers from over 20 years back. She was still slightly jet lagged and the labyrinth of texts in front of her must have sent her into a doze.
She took her reading glasses off and rubbed her eyes with a sigh. The dream was something Caz had grown use to over the years but it didn’t stop from affecting her. She sat back in her seat and placed a hand on her chest as she panted. Her heart was still bouncing around like crazy and her lungs felt on fire.
Once her heart started to relax she stood up slowly from her chair. She was glad that there weren’t many other people here. She had chosen a spot hidden between the high shelves. You wouldn’t have even noticed it unless you came right on top of it. It was in a section of the library that seemed not to be visited often by the look of the dust on the shelves.
She walked around the table to gather the newspapers that had been sent flying by her suddenly sitting up. She could still feel the light red spot on her cheek where she had rested her head against the desk. “I can’t believe I fell asleep… Seriously Cassandra are you like five now?” She spoke quietly to herself as she gathered up the newspapers and put them back on the table.
She swore she could still feel someone’s hands against her though and hear the water in her ears. She rubbed her neck softly and gave another glance around. She must of not made enough nice from her startled awaking to alert anyone. She put her hands down on the table either side of the pile of newspapers.
She was looking at the months leading up to when her father died. She hadn’t seen his name anywhere but she didn’t expect to. She had just fallen asleep as she was coming to the time around his death. Sitting down in the chair she put her hands to her forehead. She didn’t want to return back to the motel yet. She had to find at least something. Even if it was just an obituary she didn’t care. She needed something.
Her vision was still slightly blurry from her dream sate so she rubbed her eyes again gently. She couldn’t focus on the text now, not even with her glasses on. This called for a coffee brake.
She packed away her notepad, which has a few notes scribbled on but nothing more, pens and phone. She glanced at the newspapers before glancing around. She didn’t know the rules here but surely it would be okay to photocopy some of these? Although it would take forever to just copy one newspaper.
She gave another sweeping glance before picking out some of the newspapers from the month before, of and after his death. She was glad she had brought her backpack this time so putting the folded newspapers into her bag was easy. She did it up and put her bag over her shoulder. She took the pile of remaining newspapers and went to put them away.
Again she was not sure if she was suppose to return them to the librarian or put them back herself. Back in England she would have just put them right back, but things ran very differently in America.
Once away she headed out the library and turned her phone on. She had it off because she didn’t want to be one of those people who always has their phones going off in a library. Not that it would go off at all. Who would call her? She checked the time and couldn’t believe it was only midday. She felt like it was much later in the day. When would this Jet Lag give up and let her adjust to the time zones??
By now Caz had got some of the town down. It still took her a while to find places but she was learning. She pushed open the doors into the Mystic Grill and was met with a rather lively atmosphere. With it being a weekend it seemed that all the teenagers where here. She believed Ian when he said this was a popular place but geez. She walked in glancing around. Everyone seemed into there own things. No one was looking at her or pointing her out like she had feared they would.
She ordered a strong coffee before sitting down at a table that was free by the window. She took a huge gulp of her coffee, slightly enjoying the burn of it slide down her throat. She put her bag on the floor under the table and just sat back and rubbed her forehead. She felt like this self set mission was going to wear her down way before she could find any answers.
Caz shot up so fast that she sent paper flying off the table. It took her a few seconds to realise where she was. Glancing around and slightly gasping for breath she saw tall book cases that where filled to the brim. The Library. She had come here to look over some newspapers from over 20 years back. She was still slightly jet lagged and the labyrinth of texts in front of her must have sent her into a doze.
She took her reading glasses off and rubbed her eyes with a sigh. The dream was something Caz had grown use to over the years but it didn’t stop from affecting her. She sat back in her seat and placed a hand on her chest as she panted. Her heart was still bouncing around like crazy and her lungs felt on fire.
Once her heart started to relax she stood up slowly from her chair. She was glad that there weren’t many other people here. She had chosen a spot hidden between the high shelves. You wouldn’t have even noticed it unless you came right on top of it. It was in a section of the library that seemed not to be visited often by the look of the dust on the shelves.
She walked around the table to gather the newspapers that had been sent flying by her suddenly sitting up. She could still feel the light red spot on her cheek where she had rested her head against the desk. “I can’t believe I fell asleep… Seriously Cassandra are you like five now?” She spoke quietly to herself as she gathered up the newspapers and put them back on the table.
She swore she could still feel someone’s hands against her though and hear the water in her ears. She rubbed her neck softly and gave another glance around. She must of not made enough nice from her startled awaking to alert anyone. She put her hands down on the table either side of the pile of newspapers.
She was looking at the months leading up to when her father died. She hadn’t seen his name anywhere but she didn’t expect to. She had just fallen asleep as she was coming to the time around his death. Sitting down in the chair she put her hands to her forehead. She didn’t want to return back to the motel yet. She had to find at least something. Even if it was just an obituary she didn’t care. She needed something.
Her vision was still slightly blurry from her dream sate so she rubbed her eyes again gently. She couldn’t focus on the text now, not even with her glasses on. This called for a coffee brake.
She packed away her notepad, which has a few notes scribbled on but nothing more, pens and phone. She glanced at the newspapers before glancing around. She didn’t know the rules here but surely it would be okay to photocopy some of these? Although it would take forever to just copy one newspaper.
She gave another sweeping glance before picking out some of the newspapers from the month before, of and after his death. She was glad she had brought her backpack this time so putting the folded newspapers into her bag was easy. She did it up and put her bag over her shoulder. She took the pile of remaining newspapers and went to put them away.
Again she was not sure if she was suppose to return them to the librarian or put them back herself. Back in England she would have just put them right back, but things ran very differently in America.
Once away she headed out the library and turned her phone on. She had it off because she didn’t want to be one of those people who always has their phones going off in a library. Not that it would go off at all. Who would call her? She checked the time and couldn’t believe it was only midday. She felt like it was much later in the day. When would this Jet Lag give up and let her adjust to the time zones??
By now Caz had got some of the town down. It still took her a while to find places but she was learning. She pushed open the doors into the Mystic Grill and was met with a rather lively atmosphere. With it being a weekend it seemed that all the teenagers where here. She believed Ian when he said this was a popular place but geez. She walked in glancing around. Everyone seemed into there own things. No one was looking at her or pointing her out like she had feared they would.
She ordered a strong coffee before sitting down at a table that was free by the window. She took a huge gulp of her coffee, slightly enjoying the burn of it slide down her throat. She put her bag on the floor under the table and just sat back and rubbed her forehead. She felt like this self set mission was going to wear her down way before she could find any answers.
