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I woke up at, say, 9:00am today. Which was okay, since I had an appointment to go somewhere at 10:00 am, and so I went. I got the answer to my questions and ect, which was good. Then, having done that, I prepared to go to the library. This is a true story. And please, I spelt escalators wrong. For me, they are "escUlators". Pffttt. Read the sheer boringness of it all.

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"Thanks for dropping me off blaugh !" I roared to my parents as the car zoomed off. They were going somewhere to take care of some boring car thing, so I had decided to catch a lift with them so I wouldn't have to take the trek up to the library in the hot sun.
My mother waved and she and my dad were gone. I was on my own, ready for the library. Oh, yeah!
I quickened my pace as I walked down, down, down. So many people walked on this main street. I'd never really noticed the different types of people there. Heaps of people walked this way. Elderly, babies in prams, people selling things... surprised

After the walk down the main street I pulled into the supermarket. And there, before me, was... (Oh my goodness gracious me!)...

THE ESCULATOR! Oh, praise the esculator, that saves us human beings the torment of walking up stairs. Praise! Praise!

I stepped onto the esculator and felt the sheer glory of being pulled upstairs without lifting a finger. There was one very uncomfortable thing about the esculator, though... the woman that was also on it kept staring at me.
You know, those STARES that people give that make you look away and blush. They just stare straight through you. Stare. Stare. Stare. gonk
'Whoah, she's creeping me out now,' I was thinking. And it was quite annoying, too. I was in the moment of enjoying being pulled up the stairs on a damn esculator, and here was this lady dampening this love for esculators by STARING at me.
Finally, the esculator reached its peak and I jumped off and scooted around the corner, escaping the woman's staring eyes. Triumph! Past 'Best and Less' there it was! The library!
And so I went. My eyes shining with tears and blood and sweat. Here was the library. Miraculous.

I pushed the door (marked 'pull', but never mind that) and made my way into the hall of grand books. I spilt my nine previously borrowed comics into the 'returns' section. And I strode into the 'graphic novels' emporium to see... TWO MANGA BOOKS. Only two? eek
Bursting into tears and ripping out my hair in agony, I grasped each book and screamed. I fell to my knees and screeched. scream At least, in my mind. But really, on my face was this calm expression that clearly read: wink

"YAY! Some new comics to read. Doesn't really matter if there's only two, it's still good readin', eh?"

And so, I took 'Ranma 1/2 volume 5 and the 'Kindaichi Files- Murder at the Opera' books home. I also borrowed a Western comic called 'Owly', about an ultra kind owl. It was HEART WARMING. heart domokun

And to end the tale, I found a tiny caterpiller-like maggot sucking my blood when I got home. And I hit it. It died. I was angry at it and chucked it's carcase outside. stressed

THE END