Jane walked down the rows of books. She started to get dizzy. There was to many books. She wanted to read them all. She wanted to take one after the other sit in the window seat and read them. She wanted to take the knowledge of the books and know things that she never knew before. The only place she wasn't allowed was the restricted section.
She ran her fingers of the books. She loved the feel of books. As she touched them she felt as if she was one with the books. She picked one book up of the shelve. She read the cover " Transfiguration Of The Century Over The Years". She took the book and headed to the window with the seat. As she headed that way she opened the book and started to read and walk. She tripped over something that was on the floor. She dropped the book. She looked down and saw that she tripped of a boy. They looked at each other and stared for three minutes. Jane then picked up the book and continued on her way. She got to the window and sat down and opened the book again. Five minutes later the boy she tripped over came over and said to her " I am sorry fir tripping you" Jane looked at him and told him it wasn't his fault. She looked back down at her book and continued reading. The boy got the hint and left her alone.