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The large blue-shuttered house was barren when Catie returned home after class. She set her worn backpack down in the hall, the rustle of the stiff fabric warming up the silence. Even still, the air had an unsettling quality that always seemed present whenever her parents weren’t home. It was bearable, but tended to make her just a bit more jumpy than usual.
When she was eleven years old, Catie’d often wield kitchen knives if she heard any unfamiliar noises. Having just turned sixteen, Catie was well beyond that childish habit, and instead locked herself in her bedroom where the small creaks of the large house were somewhat silenced by the thinly insulated walls. She slowly discovered that it wasn’t so much the silence that bothered her- in fact, she reveled in it- but the sounds.
Catie wandered into the kitchen, already knowing there would be nothing good for her to eat, but hoping that perhaps her mother had slid a chicken pot pie into the oven when she’d come home for lunch.
This was not the case.
With a knowing sigh, Catie walked back out into the hallway, carefully stepping over the creaky floorboard- and scooped her backpack off the ground. The woven straps were still warm where they were formerly pressed against her shoulders. She quickly exited the house and locked the door, brushing her Alice in Wonderland blond locks behind her ears as the oncoming wind attempted to blow her straight off the sidewalk.
The Milton Hillside area was a small but bustling area that had that small-town charm that lured in romantics from all over the country. Catie’d lived in Milhill her whole life, but she could still appreciate the allure of the small little city.
After walking but a mile, Catie passed the Pizza Palace. She liked the pizza alright, but she couldn’t muster the courage to walk inside and order a pie alone. The Pizza Palace was the kind of restaurant that you went to with your date or best friends or your family for a celebration- not by yourself. Catie hadn’t had many opportunities to eat there. Instead, she walked across the street to the local super market. She bought a package of pistachios and a small tray of sushi, and carried on her way down the blustery street.
On the corner stood the oldest and proudest building of Milhill- the library. While she’d been on plenty of field trips inside with her elementary school, and she even loved to read, Catie didn’t often go to the Milton Hillside Library. No one did.This immediately struck Catie as odd and found herself rather curious.
Stuffing her plain dinner into the side-pocket of her backpack, Catie picked up the pace and ventured inside, unsure of what exactly she expected.
Opening up from beyond the heavy door was a wide, open space with elegant beams running across the high ceilings like stitch-work. The windows let soft light cascade down upon the wall-to-wall bookshelves crammed with an array of unique books. The floor was almost maze-like with low shelves perforated with books.
Catie found herself walking towards a small study area, enclosed in a square of bookshelves. There were several tables adorned with wide oak chairs, and even a couple of plush looking couches facing each other in the near corner. There was a strong "grandma's house" vibe that made Catie grin from ear to ear before settling down in one of the chairs in the far corner. She reached into her backpack, producing her pistachios and her English homework and happily got to work.
The large blue-shuttered house was barren when Catie returned home after class. She set her worn backpack down in the hall, the rustle of the stiff fabric warming up the silence. Even still, the air had an unsettling quality that always seemed present whenever her parents weren’t home. It was bearable, but tended to make her just a bit more jumpy than usual.
When she was eleven years old, Catie’d often wield kitchen knives if she heard any unfamiliar noises. Having just turned sixteen, Catie was well beyond that childish habit, and instead locked herself in her bedroom where the small creaks of the large house were somewhat silenced by the thinly insulated walls. She slowly discovered that it wasn’t so much the silence that bothered her- in fact, she reveled in it- but the sounds.
Catie wandered into the kitchen, already knowing there would be nothing good for her to eat, but hoping that perhaps her mother had slid a chicken pot pie into the oven when she’d come home for lunch.
This was not the case.
With a knowing sigh, Catie walked back out into the hallway, carefully stepping over the creaky floorboard- and scooped her backpack off the ground. The woven straps were still warm where they were formerly pressed against her shoulders. She quickly exited the house and locked the door, brushing her Alice in Wonderland blond locks behind her ears as the oncoming wind attempted to blow her straight off the sidewalk.
The Milton Hillside area was a small but bustling area that had that small-town charm that lured in romantics from all over the country. Catie’d lived in Milhill her whole life, but she could still appreciate the allure of the small little city.
After walking but a mile, Catie passed the Pizza Palace. She liked the pizza alright, but she couldn’t muster the courage to walk inside and order a pie alone. The Pizza Palace was the kind of restaurant that you went to with your date or best friends or your family for a celebration- not by yourself. Catie hadn’t had many opportunities to eat there. Instead, she walked across the street to the local super market. She bought a package of pistachios and a small tray of sushi, and carried on her way down the blustery street.
On the corner stood the oldest and proudest building of Milhill- the library. While she’d been on plenty of field trips inside with her elementary school, and she even loved to read, Catie didn’t often go to the Milton Hillside Library. No one did.This immediately struck Catie as odd and found herself rather curious.
Stuffing her plain dinner into the side-pocket of her backpack, Catie picked up the pace and ventured inside, unsure of what exactly she expected.
Opening up from beyond the heavy door was a wide, open space with elegant beams running across the high ceilings like stitch-work. The windows let soft light cascade down upon the wall-to-wall bookshelves crammed with an array of unique books. The floor was almost maze-like with low shelves perforated with books.
Catie found herself walking towards a small study area, enclosed in a square of bookshelves. There were several tables adorned with wide oak chairs, and even a couple of plush looking couches facing each other in the near corner. There was a strong "grandma's house" vibe that made Catie grin from ear to ear before settling down in one of the chairs in the far corner. She reached into her backpack, producing her pistachios and her English homework and happily got to work.
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