A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked.
It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes.
Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message.
To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice.
The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise.
"What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.