I walked aimlessly to the capital building; my office. I was a librarian at St.Rose Central Library. As I approached the glass doors, I felt a premonition of fear.

Working at the library earned me enough to get a steady income, so I didn’t mind. The books, thick or thin, somehow made me feel at home and it calmed me instantly. I reassured myseld that I shouldn’t overreact. The police would have catch them back as soon as they had escaped. But, a thought creeped up to my head. What if they hadn’t caught them? What if they were near my girls, and they pulled out their destructives from their ankles? I panicked. Breathing suddenly became difficult. The books suddenly became heavy in my hands. Imagining the two girls bloodily shot by two crazy men, I tried to control myself, like I had all these years of fearing, but I couldn’t stop this thought from evolving. Twin corpses. Cold and hard, their warmth from their body gone; love gone with it. No, no.

I covered my ears. Stop, stop! They are not going to get hurt, they are my angels; my life! I fell on my knees, tortured.
“Joan! Are you okay?” Lindsay, my best friend whom I worked with, knelt beside me, comforting me. “No, no. Lin, I’m scared.” I whispered like a small child, afraid. “Don’t be, Joan! They will be alright.” She rubbed my shoulder, and trying to reassure me again and again. I stood up, my legs felt wobbly and looked at Lindsay with watery eyes. “I don’t know, Lin.”

The morning passed slowly. My emotions went back to normal. I know they will be okay, they will be. I finished putting the books back and left for my lunch break with Lindsay. Then, when we exited the library, Mishelle Wesley, smirked at me, gossiping to Liane Penelope. “ Oh, Liane! You know, this morning I saw that Joan Fang getting all insane and all.” She dramatically sighed, “Poor Daryl. Getting married to a mad woman must be hard for him.” I looked at Lindsay, expressionless. She was furious, and stomped up to her, showing the other side of her friendly appearance. “What’s your problem, huh, Wesley? You think you’re all cool and innocent, because you like gossiping about other people’s life which are so much better than yours! Envious much?” Mishelle, taken back, quickly yelled back at her, “Well, looky here! A lion just came out from a flower! Why would I be envious of Miss crazy woman! Her life is all messed-up!” “Shut the fuck up!” Lindsay’s vulgarity, shocked me but I didn’t stop her. “Wow, the lion just opened up her vulgar, disgusting mouth. Bravo!” She looked me scaringly. “Now, look here, Joanna, you better be nice to my Daryl, or else!” She turned to walk away, but looked back at me saying, “Oh, I know that everyone thinks your girls are so perfect and cute. Well, FYI! They are gross and immature!” She tapped away in her high-heels, with Liane following her as if she was her golden retriever.

“Well, who’s the one who started this bloody crap, huh, WESLEY! Who was the one being so immature to go GOSSIP! Didn’t that all just go away in high school! You’re immature to even walk away, BITCH!” Lindsay shouted across the streets, and it was so loud that Mishelle actually heard it and stomped quickly away. “Wow, Lindsay.” My heart ached from all the words the Mishelle said, but it didn’t sink in. I knew Mishelle was Daryl’s ex-girlfriend, and he broke up with her, that’s why Mishelle suddenly flared up. But, when she siad my daughters were gross and immature, that was the last straw. I tensed up ready to go pounce on her when she returned ftom her lunch break, and go fuck her off by telling how her two boys were the most filtiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Joan, Joan! Your phone!” I turned back to her, she was pointing to my pocket which was endlessly virbrating. I quickly took it out and answered it without looking at the number.

to be continued(:

okay, like sorry for the vulgarities inside. I just wanted to show the ugliness of the characters, no offence pleeeeeease! ;D Thanks! nnd please comment on my blog please ? to revive my taggieeee(; loveeeee yous .

I walked aimlessly to the capital building; my office. I was a librarian at St.Rose Central Library. As I approached the glass doors, I felt a premonition of fear.

Working at the library earned me enough to get a steady income, so I didn’t mind. The books, thick or thin, somehow made me feel at home and it calmed me instantly. I reassured myseld that I shouldn’t overreact. The police would have catch them back as soon as they had escaped. But, a thought creeped up to my head. What if they hadn’t caught them? What if they were near my girls, and they pulled out their destructives from their ankles? I panicked. Breathing suddenly became difficult. The books suddenly became heavy in my hands. Imagining the two girls bloodily shot by two crazy men, I tried to control myself, like I had all these years of fearing, but I couldn’t stop this thought from evolving. Twin corpses. Cold and hard, their warmth from their body gone; love gone with it. No, no.

I covered my ears. Stop, stop! They are not going to get hurt, they are my angels; my life! I fell on my knees, tortured.
“Joan! Are you okay?” Lindsay, my best friend whom I worked with, knelt beside me, comforting me. “No, no. Lin, I’m scared.” I whispered like a small child, afraid. “Don’t be, Joan! They will be alright.” She rubbed my shoulder, and trying to reassure me again and again. I stood up, my legs felt wobbly and looked at Lindsay with watery eyes. “I don’t know, Lin.”

The morning passed slowly. My emotions went back to normal. I know they will be okay, they will be. I finished putting the books back and left for my lunch break with Lindsay. Then, when we exited the library, Mishelle Wesley, smirked at me, gossiping to Liane Penelope. “ Oh, Liane! You know, this morning I saw that Joan Fang getting all insane and all.” She dramatically sighed, “Poor Daryl. Getting married to a mad woman must be hard for him.” I looked at Lindsay, expressionless. She was furious, and stomped up to her, showing the other side of her friendly appearance. “What’s your problem, huh, Wesley? You think you’re all cool and innocent, because you like gossiping about other people’s life which are so much better than yours! Envious much?” Mishelle, taken back, quickly yelled back at her, “Well, looky here! A lion just came out from a flower! Why would I be envious of Miss crazy woman! Her life is all messed-up!” “Shut the fuck up!” Lindsay’s vulgarity, shocked me but I didn’t stop her. “Wow, the lion just opened up her vulgar, disgusting mouth. Bravo!” She looked me scaringly. “Now, look here, Joanna, you better be nice to my Daryl, or else!” She turned to walk away, but looked back at me saying, “Oh, I know that everyone thinks your girls are so perfect and cute. Well, FYI! They are gross and immature!” She tapped away in her high-heels, with Liane following her as if she was her golden retriever.

“Well, who’s the one who started this bloody crap, huh, WESLEY! Who was the one being so immature to go GOSSIP! Didn’t that all just go away in high school! You’re immature to even walk away, BITCH!” Lindsay shouted across the streets, and it was so loud that Mishelle actually heard it and stomped quickly away. “Wow, Lindsay.” My heart ached from all the words the Mishelle said, but it didn’t sink in. I knew Mishelle was Daryl’s ex-girlfriend, and he broke up with her, that’s why Mishelle suddenly flared up. But, when she siad my daughters were gross and immature, that was the last straw. I tensed up ready to go pounce on her when she returned ftom her lunch break, and go fuck her off by telling how her two boys were the most filtiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Joan, Joan! Your phone!” I turned back to her, she was pointing to my pocket which was endlessly virbrating. I quickly took it out and answered it without looking at the number.

to be continued(:

okay, like sorry for the vulgarities inside. I just wanted to show the ugliness of the characters, no offence pleeeeeease! ;D Thanks! nnd please comment on my blog please ? to revive my taggieeee(; loveeeee yous .