Not Your Biggest Bookworm (Tagged)

[Riley Forrester]

Did Riley like books? Well yeah course she did. Her favorite Book of all was Dracula for Pete's sake.

But did she like assigned reading?

Now that was a different story.

A story which ended up with her hunting through the rows of Kalispell's public library in order to find the required reading for one of her courses. Yeah just my luck to have gotten to the school library when they ran out of copies. She thought with a sigh as she skimmed through the books on the shelves. She swore she had just been looking over the same five for an hour now. Or at least it felt like that way. She was probably being over dramatic.

Still the librarian had said it would be in this section. Could she have been wrong? That or maybe Riley just wasn't clear enough. Maybe she thought Riley said something else. But she was in the right area so..... Maybe I'm just overthinking things and that's distracting me. Yeah that was probably it. She knew she needed to calm down but she wanted to get out of there and play some music again. She had so much muse for songs right then, yet she was stuck in the one place she could hardly make a peep in! The irony was not lost on her, and she had to smirk.

Clearly seeing as she was having no luck there, Riely sighed and started making her way back to where the librarian desk was. She would have to ask again, even if she felt like an idiot doing so. Although fate seemed to have other ideas because as she walked out of her row of shelves she collided with someone else. "Whoa!" She helped and then heard something belief the floor. Probably a book. Oh shit!

Sorry about that!" Riley said before glancing down and seeing that yes, it was a book that fell. And not only fell, but fell on the pages- holy hell they are going to be so bent and creased!!! Her brain practically shouted at her, making the punky girl help again and hurried grab the book. "Ahhhhhhhh shitshitshit." Yep, they were definitely bent. "Gahhhh....I am so sorry." She said to the person she'd rammed into with a sheepish smile.

[Kennedy Snow]

Normally her days at class were basic, she could learn and the teacher had a printer that would print off braille notes for her, she didn't have to talk much and it was very good for her. But today was different, Her professor was out sick and a substitute was brought in. She did not get her notes. The substitute just wrote on the whiteboard and talked about what was on the board. She did not want to say anything about it as it avoided stammering in front of her peers. But when the substitute called upon her to answer one of his questions. The answer would have taken 15 minutes to explain. She was put on the spot and she hated it. She ended up getting up and leaving class. It made her feel like a rebel and she loved that part but it would be a day she missed out on and there would be disciplinary precautions to her leaving which made her nervous and scared.

All she wanted to do was get away from the day. She had today off of work at the school library. But she wanted to lose herself in a book. Instead she walked to Kalispell's public library. As soon as she got into the door she pulled her hair up. It hindered her moving around but allowed her to blend in in a more public setting. She listened for obstacles, she had been here before so she knew her way around kind of. Gliding her hand along the wall she walked to the Librarian's desk and asked her where the braille books were.

Kenny was not fond of being pitied or babied. The librarian had one of her aide's walk around the desk and take her to the braille books. She went with it because complaining would have been too much. So she let him take her to the braille books. He tried to hit on her but she just ignored it and thanked him when she got there. He walked off calling her a bitch under his breath. She grabbed a few books then she walked down one of the aisles running he hands along the books. They did not have braille on the spines like at her library but she managed to find one with interesting embossing and beveling patterns on the spine. She did not know it was the book that the other girl would be looking for. She pulled out the book and held it along with 2 other books so that she could bring it to the desk and ask what book it was and order a braille copy.

Running her hand along the shelf as she walked out, a blind woman without a cane had this problem as she ran right into somebody. She was clumsy and her hair was up and binded so it could not catch her or maneuver her around whatever she was going to and she collided with someone and dropped one of the books but held a death grip on the others. Then she was about to bend down to reach around for the book when it was handed to her. The person apologized for running into her.

"Th..th...thats ok, I'm fi..fi..fine..D..d..did I h..hu..hurt you?"

Unable to make true eye contact she looked at the girl by finding out where she was by hearing her breaths and she had a genuine look of concern on her face as she always felt bad when she ran into people and she always took the blame. 

"M..M..My..fa..fa.fault...I'm s..sorry"

[Riley Forrester]

Once Riley's brain had stopped freaking out over the fact she's run into someone, she got a good look at her collision partner. Annnnnnnnd she instantly felt a whole lot worse when they started apologizing and asking if Riley was the one hurt. Not only that but she wasn't looking at Riley straight on. I've run into a blind person. I am a horrible person. I am going to hell for this. She thought dramatically. "Oh no I'm fine! Are you ok? Sorry again for that! I really should watch where I'm going."

Carefully Riley handed back the book and then blinked when the girl was apologizing. Riley shook her head but then flinched. She couldn't see that. Idiot. Her brain helpfully said. "No no, it's my fault. Please don't blame yourself!" Riley really hoped she didn't. It was her fault for walking into a blind person. Seriously! "I was kind of rushing out and around corners. Not reallyjustgah e best thing to do in a library. So yeah my fault, honestly."

[Kennedy Snow]

"N...n...n..no its m..m..my fault...I didn't s..s..see you there.."

That was the first joke Kenny had made in a while.  Truthfully, she was not sure how timing worked and most of the time her jokes just came off as odd. She stepped back and brought up her hand covering her smile and giggled a little into her hand. She knew that people were not supposed to laugh at their own jokes but she found it funny and didn't care about the social rules. 

Reaching out her hand she felt around the air and grabbed the book that the woman was handing her. Then she Wanted to ask the girl why she was not watching maybe she was upset maybe Kenny could help. Probably not but she always liked to stand there awkwardly trying to think of words to stammer out in an attempt to help.

"L..l...looking for a ..p..p..p..particular b..b...b..book?"

She had hoped that her stammer and her new zealand accent that she knew sounded funny when mixed together would not make the woman bust out laughing, and if it did the laughter broke the ice. She had come here to find a new braille book and read normally she was ignored or hit on by idiots who were into blind girls, it was rare that she actually got to talk to someone who was not being creepy in the library. Even if she didn't talk very well.