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[acadia naomi amsel]

WORDS: ### NOTES: acadia needs a thread up Lurker. That was the best word to describe her. Even more so, it was fitting that she had found herself inside of the library. It's the one place that had always made the most sense to her, even after computers became so popular there was always one thing that she could be certain of as long as it was in her hands. While the majority of the time she came here for fiction, there were the few times she found herself dabbling in children's stories, finding them far more interesting than the fables that adults have created for themselves. Ironically, this was exactly the sort of thing that Acadia had done for herself. She had made herself believe that she was in this fictional world of people with these stories that were far more interesting than her own. Casual conversations on the street intrigued her more than anything. Just earlier that day she had sat on the bus longer just to catch herself in a conversation a girl was having with her boyfriend. She was talking about how her mother was ruining her life, what she was doing, and how she couldn't wait to move in with her boyfriend. It was evident to Acadia that the boyfriend seemed distracted, not exactly sure if he was as excited for his girlfriend to move in as she seemed to be. Acadia thought of the different possibilities of what this could possibly be when the pair got off the bus and Acadia remained on it till it circled all the way around the town again and back to where she originally needed to be dropped off. Things like this happened all the time. Since she was unemployed most of her day was wandering around town, going on walks to wherever her father had stated was safe enough for her to venture. Often she found herself at some random bus stop, listening in on other people's conversations, or at the park where children and their mothers were hanging around, and finally the library. Here she was always surprised by the different people that walked in. Most o them wanted to use the computers for whatever they couldn't get access to at home, while others were in and out of the building just to pick up a book or two. It wasn't nearly as busy as she would've liked it to be and often it became her last resort to where she would venture because of it. Being her last resort she was simply here because she couldn't stand to be in her room anymore. There was an itching in her body that asked to go outside. Once outside proved to be fruitless with different kids being in school, she eventually found her way here where some students were studying for finals and where she could just relax at one of the tables. She was situated in a circle table by herself with three different books stacked beside her, all of them with references to histories of small towns. At that moment there was one book opened in front of her but she wasn't actually reading at it as she looked at it. Her eyes kept wandering to the different faces within the library. It was fairly quiet, as it was meant to be, except for a girls ipod that was a little louder in the corner of the room. She smiled to herself thinking of music and its effect on the human brain but eventually found herself looking back down at the book since nothing else was to be heard within the library at that moment.