open ( no cap ) the langley library.
Walid sighed as they put their silly little tv show on pause, cutting off everything by slamming - silently - their laptop closed and setting it on the desk above their head. With everything going on lately, they couldn't focus on catching up on their UK television. Seated in their spot under one of the tables on the top floor of the library - surrounded by stuffy autobiographies nobody cared enough for - had always been the best way to simply leave the world behind and pretend they were in rainy England.
Only they were certain the British wouldn't think to haunt a school as a prank with secret messages on blogs and flyers. Or perhaps they watched the wrong tv shows.
They heard footsteps a few rows of books off, and scrambled out from under the table, hitting their head in the process, which toppled over the stack of books laying there, which collided with the cups they'd smuggled into the library, and all of that combined made a pretty banging rukkus. "Oh bloody hell!" Walid yelled when their foot caught on the leg of a chair and they sprawled out of their hiding spot, laying face-down among the bookcases.
"Please ignore me and my shame, as I wallow in self-pity."
