She ran as fast as she could. The library was only a couple of blocks from the middle school, but it was due to close in a few more minutes. Her backpack almost tipped her over from it violently shaking with her rushed movements.

She approached the front door and swung it open. Going up to the front desk, she asked, almost out of breath, where the romance novels were located. After the librarian pointed, the girl ran to the section and froze. There were aisles of books. It was imperative she find t...