Celeste’s POV
A few days later, I’m in the library studying when Clara comes in. She walks over to me. I can tell she’s on edge by the way she shuffles over, looking around and checking over her shoulder.
“Hello Clara.” I say. She smiles and picks up one of the books from my stack, flipping through the pages.
“Oh, I heard page-“ Clara looks closely at the page number she’s flipped to, “94 has some very interesting facts about-“ Clara checks the cover of the book, “Pack histories and ‘gih- knee-oh-lo-ghees’” Clara says. Before closing the book, placing it down on the stack.
I can’t help but chuckle.
“Clara there’s no one else here.” I say. She still looks flustered.
“Just check the book!” Clara whisper yells, still looking around. I open the book to page 94 and see the letter Cla
