My name is Shiomiya Shiori. 16 years old teenage girl. I live with my parents. The thing I love in this world is Book. Book is my friend. Book is my life. Book is my everything. There is many thing inside the book. I read them. I love them. I care for them.
"So for now we will get everything ready. Please take note of any book people didn't ask anymore. We will change them to digital." The Librarian's leader orders us to get rid of a book that people rarely read.
I want to tell them not to that. I want to. But every time I open my mouth I can't say anything. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that everything will not be okay. I'm afraid that everyone will hate me.
So I only can keep quite.
The next day I was in the help desk waiting for people who need a book from the library while reading many books that I want.
Right now I'm reading a novel, Harry Potter. A novel about wizarding boy who have adventure in a school called Hogwarts. I hear the writer was in this school. I want to meet him. I want to ask how he can create something like this. I want to learn to make my own book.
"Excuse me. Can you help me get some book about fire truck?" Saying this the girl in front of me with strange accessories a skull as a hairpin.
"Please... please come here after school. I will... I will get the books ready by then." I hope I didn't stutter so much when talking to people.
"Oke. Thank you, Shiomiya-san!" Huh? She knows my name. Oh. Right. She probably see my nametag.
I can only nod at her.
"Let's go Nii-sama." She grabs the boy beside her. Brother? So he isn't her boyfriend.
I see his nametag. Katsuragi Keima. Huh? I look again at the novel. There is the name.
"Excuse me?" The two of them stop hearing I talk.
"Are you? Are you the writer of Harry Potter?" I ask him with shining eyes.
"Right. I write them. So you know." He replied to my question with a smile.
"I'm a fan. I love it." Saying this I get my copy of the novel and bring it out.
"Please sign-in my copy!" Ah, I hope he didn't mind me.
"Sure!" Saying this I get him a pen so that he can Sign-in my copy.
"I want to. I want to make novel too." She give me the novel back. And look at me with higher eyebrows.
"Oh, you want to make one?"
I nodded my head hurriedly.
"Can you give me tips?"
"I don't know about that. Maybe if you want to write something just write what you want to write. You know in this world you will many who don't like what you write. But in the end, it doesn't really matter. The only thing that's matter is you write what you want." Saying this the two of them left.
Writing what I want? What did I want to write?
Saying this I get my notebook and start to write about my idea.