text: Ella  G Just Alex. 
   
   
   •N O T E• 
     This book may contain words. 
   Also weird content.  
   But not THAT kind of weird content. 
   I mean like skateboarding on rooftops while wearing a tutu and a pair of socks as gloves weird. 
   Read On and comment if you want~ 
    The book from chapter 4 is named "Fracture" by Megan Miranda.[the one when a girl fell cause of ice.] And of course, it's my favorite book. 
   I recommend! 
   Enjoy this Book♥︎ 
   
   
   
   ∆1∆ 
   So, I'm not one of those goodies. 
   I'm not really good at anything, really. 
   If you count getting on teachers' nerves, annoying people to death, and being creepy,  
   then it looks like I am good at something. 
   So let me get this straight for you, I'm Alex. Alex Vallenson. 
   I'm creepy, a girl, and really weird. 
   I have one close friend, Xie. She's short, has dark blue hair that falls down to her elbows, mostly in a braid, and wears pullovers most of the time, like me. Call her my sister, yeah, but I wish that we were related... 
   So we mixed our blood....Ta-da... 
    sisters...Yeah, I'm psychopathically weird. So tomorrow was National Hug Day, or national whatever day, or whatsoever. And I hated hugs, so I'm avoiding random people, as always. So, on my usual basis at hellish school, I have to speak on the speaker and announce the announcements. Stupid, huh? Yeah..So Xie and I walked down the halls, and arrived at an office with the megaphone and stuff. I yawned, and Xie giggled her humorous giggle, and I winked at her while I put up my feet on the desk, and spoke on the speaker. 
     
   "Hello, prisoners of Mackenson High School, and welcome back from the freedom of winter break. Sad, yeah? Yeah, 
   I thought so too. So. Blah blah, blah, we have a Bake sale held by the amazing Lesable George, 
   and a boring tea party with the volunteers tomorrow at 5, and thank you 
   very much for listening, or walking away to talk to your friends, even I want to run away form this, but rest in peace, my dears and wait for Saturday. Goodbye."  
   I snickered, and jogged to the main hall with Xie, laughing all the way to our lockers. 
   Soon after getting my books and stuff to go to the library with Xie, 
   Principal Bickins arrived and said, "Alex Vallinson, why did you make that utterly rude announcement? 
   You are SUPPOSED to say the full script! You are not allowed to say everything you WANT to say! 
   And this is not a prison! This is a school! You should know better!" 
     
   He was out of breath, and he ran his hand over on the top of his bald head, and pulled up his extra large pants. 
   "Well Mr. B, this school is kinda like a prison, and well, 
   you should know that I am 'utterly' rebellious and stuff, 
   and if you have a problem, tell it to my Complaints Department, which is really, the trashcan. Good day."  
   That was sassy. But, who cares? It is true. After I turned on my heel to go to Xie's locker, Mr. B yelled out, "ALEX VALLINSON! DETENTION FOR TWO WEEKS!" I looked out from my shoulder, and yelled back, "MR. B, I 'UTTERLY' DO NOT CARE! AND I'M FINE WITH TWO WEEKS!" Mr. B grumbled and walked away 'professionally' to his office, 
   leaving the whole hall to laugh at my smart ass remark. I approved my sassiness, and walked to Xie."Ready?" "Yus. hold on, I have to get my books." I snickered, and and she scoffed, got her three books, and we walked to the quiet library. 
     
   
   
   
   ∆2∆ 
   I like libraries. 
   Sometimes they're dim, which is in my favor. 
   And sometimes they're empty, which is also in my favor. 
   And most importantly, they're filled with books. 
   Magnificent books. 
   That leave me at a cliff hanger, or dying to read on, and it leaves me at peace, instead 
   of thinking what to do with myself. 
   I always do things to keep my lingering mind off of thoughts that hurt me. 
   Like reading. 
   Or staying indoors with Xie. 
   Maybe skateboarding, if I could learn. 
   Last time I almost broke my wrist. 
   Oh well. 
     
   Xie and I turned in our books, and got new ones. 
   I always pick books that have an interesting title, and I check the first sentence to see if 
   it got me hooked or not. 
   Then I check the cover if it's not that cheesy. 
   Or if it's not that weird. 
     
   So. As I was reading, I found this part about two people "conserving water", and well, it was so weird, I showed it to Xie. 
   Turns out, she was already holding the edge of the bookshelf, keeping her light weight. I snorted, and went on to read. 
   
   
   
   ∆3∆ 
   Obviously, I loved books. 
   Stories.  
   Ah, stories. Little patterns and the past and future behind letters. 
   Maybe you can find that little story. 
   Maybe you will love it. 
   Maybe you will hate it. 
   And, well, you will answer my question when you read books. 
   If you even know what they are. 
     
   So, I was reading the first page of a book named Winder. 
   Hm. 
   Interesting. Weird. I put it down and pursed my lips tight, holding my laugh, since Mrs. Dellis is reading a book at her table already. She's the school's librarian, and a person that atleast UNDERSTANDS those stories like Xie and me. 
   She's also a fortune teller, or something. 
   Which is believable, saying that she's in her 50's, with not too much, and not to less makeup, always dressing ina  blazer, pencil skirt, black tights, heels, a turtleneck sometimes, and her dirty blonde hair in a tight bun. 
   Sometimes I see gray strands, but it seems faded since her hair is a bit lighter. 
     
   So, I put the weird book about dandelions sailing in wind down, and walked from the library. I waved 
   to Mrs. Dellis, and she waved back, and walked to the hall with Xie. 
     
   
   
   
   ∆4∆ 
   "So, what books did you discover this time?" Xie asked. 
   "Nothing much. Just a random book about dandelions flying in the wind." I replied. 
   She snorted, and I chuckled.  
   We have weird books.  
   And interesting stories. 
   Like, a story when a girl fell throught the ice got a coma, and was supposed to die and have a brain disfunction, but she was perfectly fine. I loved that book. 
   Though it had twists and turns. 
   But interesting. 
     
   So of course, me and Xie walked to the library again, and decided we should sit there and read until the bell rings. 
   Mrs. Dellis waved again, and we waved back too, and sat down at the chairs. 
   As soon as I flipped the first page of my book, I was transported to another world. 
   well, in my mind. 
     
   When the bell rang, Xie went to History, and I went to English. 
   I told her to meet me at the library again at second block, and we would just roam halls,  
   talking, reading books, and others.  
   We parted ways, and I walked toward the classroom, making sure I'd avoid eye contact. 
   People judge way too easily. 
   "Shy." Sure I am. "She hates people." Yeah, I do. 
   "Ooh, she loves learning. Obviously. She has a ton of books.." Nope. I mean, I do love books, but learning can be very boring. 
   
   
   
   ∆5∆ 
   So as I got a hall pass from Ms. Zaline,  
   I met Xie at the lockers, and we walked around. We went to the bathroom, fixed our 
   appearances, and talked about random stuff, and eventually got bored and went back to our classes. 
   "Why not just say hi to him..it's like you're obsessed.." I went on. 
   "I. Don't. Like. The guy. I like someone else...but with the same name...and SHE is a girl.." Xie went on. 
   "Uh-huh. And all of this without telling me." I scoffed, and playfully punched her arm lightly. 
   She just closed her eyes, and hummed a classical tune. 
   I sighed, and got my book. 
   "You and those books." She laughed. 
   "Yeah..me and these books." I replied. 
   "Pshh." She rolled her eyes, and linked her arm around mine. 
   I continued reading, and came upon a very interesting sentence... 
   Or note. 
     
   "Xie. Look at this." I told her, still keeping my eyes on the note. 
   "Mm? Oh. That's weird." She took the note from my hand, and slowly and carefully unwrapped it. 
   "Oh. It's a map..of our school." She looked surprised, but her mouth wasn't turned upright. Only her eyebrows were up, and her blue-brown eyes were on the paper. 
   "Ah. Weird. But, we are obviously strong enough to go to the bathroom...and open a wall with a key slot. Oh! Here's the key." She took the rusted, gold key and we walked to the bathroom. 
     
   I took my book, and held it tight as if it was going to run away or fly away, and we fast walked to the bathroom. Xie fished out the rusted key from her black sweater, and put the key into the slot. I held her hand tight, and a door opened. Fantasy. And I thought it was fake. 
   A blazing light shone, and I saw people dressed in coats that had tails behind them, and people with monocles, and women with powdered wigs. Xie was staring at the 1870 or 1840 scene, her eyes almost bulging. My mouth was an o, I could tell. I felt the old, mossy walls, and they were stone cold. I pulled my black jacket around me tighter, while Xie put her hands in her pockets, our arms still linked.  
     
   People gave us weird looks, abviously knowing we didn't fit in. I looked at Xie, and a thought hit us. 
   We traveled throught time.  
   Just then, when I was about to turn around, a voice boomed above, and peopel didn't even hear it! 
   "You are too fragile. Go back!" The voice echoed. 
   And just at that moment, the world went black, Xie and I collapsed on the ground, our eyes closed. 
   And we knew, that time was either going to change, or we'd messed around with our own lives. 
   The word fragile danced in my mind. 
   And suddenly, I stopped thinking and became totally unconscious.  
   Not thinking, not doing anything. 
   
   
   Publication Date: May 30th 2020 https://www.bookrix.com/-sedfc4e6728a225