AMBER.
I had found the library it was a big old looking building. With big arched windows on either side of the large wooden door. I pushed it open and stepped inside. It smelt slightly musty. There were shelves filled with books, and the light streamed in from the big, glass dome on the ceiling. There were computers against the back wall and tables near one of the windows. Over in a corner, I saw the librarian. She was a stern looking older woman with her grey hair pulled back in a plait. She looked up at me as I entered and then returned to reading the book she had open on the desk in front of her.
I began to explore the shelves, hoping to find what I was looking for. Once I had selected a few books, I settled myself down at one of the tables and pulled out a notebook and pen from my
