I mumbled to myself something only I could hear and tried to keep my eyes opened wide.
The lesson was sooo boring. I focused on the fly on the window and pretended I was writing something in my notebook.
“RRRRING!” shouted the bell. The classes were over.

I was the last one who was leaving the school. I alwayd did so. Lazyness and slugishness are somehow “my thing”. I headed dilatory toward a library.
Well… Library in my city isn’t just a library. It’s THE library. One of it’s kind.
The librarian working there was old neurotic lady who often had breakdowns. Some people even say she was schizophrenic.

You never know what to expect going to the library. You can come just at the right moment to cheer up crying and moaning librarian (believe me she can moan really loud) or you can be forced to run away as fast as you can while librarian throws heavy dictionaries and encyclopaedias at you. Nevertheless all the people loved Mrs Popper. Maybe because she was so unpredictable and was always giving them an occasion to smile? I don’t know. Personally I was afraid of her. If you were me you’d be scared too. When I was 6 she recommended me “Amusing history of the human race migrating to the West - volume 5″. It was huuuuumongous book about nothing. Well… I understood just every 4th word. And when I went to the library to reurn the book Mrs Popper asked me about the content of the book and told me to rehearse. Since then I always feared she might have asked me to read volume 1, 2, 3 and 4. Horror!

This time Mrs Popper was in quite… good mood. But you have to know what “good” means for Mrs Poppers. She had another frantic idea.

TBC.