The Lonely Bookworm

Hello, I'm Sara Hammond. I enjoy books and music and you can usually find me at the library, if not at school. I know I don't talk much, but I really am a nice person and, well, having some friends would be nice.

[saragracehammond]

Why does it feel like we're heading towards war with the Higher Authority?

[porter-matthews]

Me too. I think a lot of us are and maybe it’s time we start asking questions.

[saragracehammond]

Don't you think that'd be dangerous though? Asking questions, I mean.

[caleb-north-blog]

It’s okay. I get it. But I’m not drunk, and I think you’re pretty. I’ll cut it out with that if it makes you uncomfortable, though.

[saragracehammond]

It does. Mostly because I have a boyfriend.

[prudxnce-blog]

You don’t have to apologize. I was lettin’ you know for your sake, not mine.

Did you find what you were lookin’ for?

[saragracehammond]

I was looking for salvageable books from the library, but they've started rebuilding it and they told me I'm not allowed back there anymore until they've finished with it.

[hope-ottilie]

*looking at some wedding dress sketches* 

[saragracehammond]

Ooh, are you going to make your own wedding dress?

[porter-matthews]

Maybe if enough people fought them on it, but it would cause an uproar that no one wants.

[saragracehammond]

I just really hate being in the dark. Not knowing what the future holds.

[porter-matthews]

You’re not a basket case. You’ve just got your worries about this place, and rightly so, we don’t get told anything around here.

[saragracehammond]

Do you think they ever will? Tell us, I mean.

[caleb-north-blog]

What? No, not at all. Why?

[saragracehammond]

I just the only guy to ever talk like that towards me was drunk. So I just assumed . . .

[caleb-north-blog]

Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to creep you out or anything. I was just surprised, that’s all.

[saragracehammond]

Are you drunk?

[caleb-north-blog]

You didn’t know much about him? I find that hard to believe. I mean, a pretty girl like you has to be chatted up by every guy who sees you around.

[saragracehammond]

Oh, um, n-not really . . .

[porter-matthews]

Hey, hey *steps forwards and give her a hug* It’s ok, you don’t have to apologise.

[saragracehammond]

[hesitates before hugging him back] I don't mean to be such a basketcase. I'm sorry. It's just one of those thing that scare me about this place. I just . . . wish I knew more about what was going on.

[caleb-north-blog]

So… about that Robert Ashford fellow. You wouldn’t happen to have anything on him, would you?

[saragracehammond]

Um, I didn't know much about him, honestly. I just saw him around town . . . He mostly kept to himself.

[porter-matthews]

If we weren’t real, the people that are alive wouldn’t be able to talk with us.

[saragracehammond]

But maybe they're just creations too. And maybe none of this is real at all. And-and . . . I'm sorry. [turns away, trying to get a hold of herself before she has a full-blown panic attack]

[porter-matthews]

Don’t you think this is real?

[saragracehammond]

I'm honestly not sure. I mean, some days I wake up and I'm insubstantial and I can't help but wonder.

[porter-matthews]

Because I don’t want to believe that this isn’t.

[saragracehammond]

I'm going to try to believe you then.

[porter-matthews]

We’re real Sara, we’re real…We just don’t have the ending we thought we’d have. 

[saragracehammond]

How can you be so sure?

[porter-matthews]

I don’t know what to believe around here, Sara.

[saragracehammond]

Sometimes I-I wonder if we're even real. If we're even really here or are we just something the Higher Authority created . . .