The Metreon: A Fictional Narrative

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Overdue “People learn in different ways. Some use phones while others use google. The majority use technology to gain information, but not me. I am the only person I know that still reads books for information, and that's why I need to go to the library, to be different!” I said with my most persuasive voice. “You can go another time and get all the books and knowledge in the world.” My best friend, Christina, stated. “Just get you mind off of dumb books, we’re going to the mall. Have some fun for once in your life Juanita.” “I guess you’re right, I have a book due today but who cares if it’s one day late. It's like a $2 fine, I’ll pay it off tomorrow.” “That's the spirit, now let's get on with this. I am starving.” The Metreon is my …show more content…
The fun happens when we get out of the car, Black friday starts in 4 hours and I want to be first in line!” “Ok, ok. I'm on my way, just let me get my purse.” As I grabbed my purse, my library card fell out. I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that my book was going to be late. “Ok lets …show more content…
When I reached my apartment Christina drove away and I was all alone. The sounds of the city make me nervous as I walked up the old ritchey steps to the 4th floor.
I then walked into my house where the phone was already ringing. I picked it up to just hear the sounds of static and distant scratching. I immediately hung up and made myself a cup of coffee. I looked out the window and saw an empty street with a single figure walking down the street. I opened my book about the beatles but just couldn’t focus. I closed the book and went to bed. I stared at the ceiling for a half hour. Something just didn’t feel right. I kept a black expresion until I passed out of boredom.
I woke up and suddenly realized why I couldn’t sleep. I had forgotten to return my book from the library. I checked online to see if the library would be open but for some reason it was closed on weekends. Even the drop-off box was shut for the long weekend.
“ I guess it’ll be a little later than usual, no worries. It's not my fault I can't return it.” I told