Silence In The Library [Shelly]

[Charlotte Adair Cashton]

Sometimes I feel you're not listening
Sometimes I feel you don't understand
But I think Ive got the answer
Already know what you're gonna say
Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how Im meant to be

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The nine year old waved goodbye to her grandmother as the old woman drove away in her pink cadillac, off to the grocery store while Charlotte hung out at the library. It was her grandmother's way of schooling the girl who really should have been in real school. She should have been in school but her grandmother didn't want to risk it, she was afraid of Charlotte going to school and somehow hurting another child with her powers. It was a valid fear due to how little control the child actually had over her abilities but it was still sad because it meant less social interaction for Charlotte in the long run. Charlie didn't begrudge her grandmother for her decision, she was thinking of what was safest for both the other children and Charlotte.

It wasn't as though Charlie was completely alone either, she had Sissy with her everywhere she went and that was nice. A constant companion, a ghost child who was unable to let go of her attachment to this earth and thus attached herself to Charlotte instead. Charlie didn't mind, she preferred it because it meant she was never alone, which was her biggest fear. Sissy offered Charlotte advice on things and would play with her but there was a downside to having Sissy around. Sissy was protective of her playmate Charlie and thus would rise up to defend her against bullies or anyone who would try to harm her. That was all well and good except Charlie would get in trouble for stuff that Sissy did, which was frustrating.

Once her grandmother's car was out of sight, Charlotte peered over at Sissy with a smile before heading towards the doors of the library. It was early in the afternoon when she walked inside, the library quiet because most of the kids were still in school, so she basically had the place to herself. Her main interest was not tales of fancy but rather knowledge that she so desperately needed. Knowledge about psychic abilities. There wasn't much literature on it and those that had been made were sometimes hard to understand or just nonsense. So far she hadn't found anything that was useful to her and it was annoying. She wanted to control her abilities so that she didn't hurt anyone but how could she do that without understanding them?

Her telekinesis was her more dangerous ability, usually triggered by her emotions, especially those of anger and fear. She wanted to keep that from happening, wanted to control when she used her powers and when she didn't. Her telepathy was a bit easier to control but there was still times when she was overwhelmed with hearing the thoughts of another, especially if it was more than one person. She had gotten crippling migraines because of it all. Yet another reason why she couldn't be in school, too many minds that she'd read and then she'd be completely overwhelmed.

Nodding her head to the librarian who was an old friend of her grandmother's, she headed towards the non-fiction section in search of books on psychic abilities and such. There surely would be some that weren't based on fantasy. It wasn't like getting it straight from another psychic but there weren't that many in the world and those that existed were too few and far between for her to find. Besides, it wasn't like she could actually go around finding them, she couldn't put that on her Grandmother who had taken care of her all these years. So Charlie would just have to stick with this for now. Sissy followed quietly behind Charlotte, peering around curiously.

Hauling about four books to one of the empty tables in the center of the rather small library, Charlotte began to go through various books, delving into the books for their knowledge, hoping she could find something of use.

Tags; Shelly
Lyrics; Just A Little Girl – Amy Studt
Word Count; 683
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The roar of the v8 engine died as Shelly turned the ignition off to her Dodge Ram and found herself parked in front of the public library. She grasped the steering wheel as she pulled her upper body forward and peered out through the windshield at the building. It wasn’t the largest library in town but it was by far bigger than the one back home. Peering at the building, watching a few people walk in and out, she suddenly felt a slight nervousness tickle her stomach. She let out a breath and laughed slightly. Why was she nervous? It’s not like she was going on a date, or something. And for gods’ sake it was a library. Who was she going to meet here? She’d come to the library to do a little research on a plant she discovered. A rather peculiar looking flower that she’d never seen at home. She’d tried to reproduce it with her abilities but failed to do so thus her curiosity brought her to a scene she less than frequently made. Gripping her keys in hand, she shoved them quickly into her purse before pushing the door of the rental truck open.

The cold air hit her face, bringing a warm color to her cheeks. At the very least, she was used to the cold weather. New Orleans seemed to provide a similar air from back home. Perhaps that was the reason she felt so comfortable despite the drastic difference from that of her little hometown to the constant busy bustle of the city. She was finding herself settling into her new environment quite easily and so suddenly, her concerns for her younger brother and the urgency to find her baby sister wasn’t her main focus. But neither was it her choice to leave to go find them in the first place, though at the same time she invited the opportunity. It was just a bittersweet situation in which called for her reason to travel. She’d make the most of it. Besides, despite her irritation with her younger brother, she knew him well enough to know that he was probably taking really good care of their baby sister and she had nothing to worry about. Only the fact that Aly still had school to finish up so that she could continue on to college was her main focus of reason to come looking for her. That, and the fact that she left without a word to her; she understood the inability to tell their mother but she at least thought Aly had it in her to tell her. Perhaps not...

Shelly was met with a warm heater at the door of the library as it made the transition from cold to the warm all the more inviting. She imagined people just wandered in at times to get a little warmth before harshing the cold weather. Tugging off her scarf, she strapped it over the top of her messenger bag as she slowly viewed the aisles. The library seemed rather overwhelming from outside but now that she was indoors, the books seemed to close in on her. The sheer massive amounts that overtook her senses. A smile crossed her lips. This is what it was to be in the big city. Everything else was big and for once she felt tiny. The ability to swim in a large lake of opportunities rather than being the big fish in a small pond. There was room to breathe.

Making quick work, she typed key words into the computer system to come across a book that might help her find more about this flower. It was called a Mamou coral bean. Scanning the shelves for the right number, she let her fingertips run across the spines of the books, then coming to a rest when her eyes spotted the book she was looking for. It was a fairly small book, with pictures and easy to read. Her research was not an intensive one and so the book suited her needs. She turned to find a place to sit. With territory of a larger library, she found there were more people in it. Finding table after table occupied, she finally came across a little girl sitting alone with a sizable amount of books. She glanced down at her watch and a slight frown crossed her features. It was not in her habit to take note of random children but she had two siblings she practically raised and she knew, Canada or America, that at this time during the week, a child her age should be at school. Well, it seemed the only place to sit so she unhurriedly walked up to the girl’s table.

“Do you mind?” she asked pollietelly with a friendly smile as she gestured to the seat across from Charolette. “It seems all the other tables are taken,” Shelly’s eyes observed the books laid out in front of her. “Quite a read you have there,” she commented as she stood there. She didn’t want to make any assumptions or abrupt movements just in case. A strange woman coming up to the lone girl may seem suspicious but she hoped her kind demeanor would convey that she had no ill intentions in mind.

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[Charlotte Adair Cashton]

Sometimes I feel you're not listening
Sometimes I feel you don't understand
But I think Ive got the answer
Already know what you're gonna say
Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be

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Given the amount of traveling that Charlotte’s Gran had been doing since the little could remember, it wasn’t hard to believe that Charlotte was perfectly alright being left at the library while her Gran went off on various errands that she didn’t wish to discuss with her young inquisitive granddaughter. It was weird, Charlotte had trouble reading her Gran’s mind and thus was unable to actually know what the old woman was doing while they were in town. Yes, Charlotte knew that it was rude to peek into the minds of others, especially her Gran who was a very secretive woman but given that Charlotte was worried for the old woman, she couldn’t help it. Not that it did her any good cause she never heard anything. It wasn’t fair. She had no trouble reading the minds of others, so why Gran’s? Was it Charlotte’s lack of power or something to do with her Gran? Oh how she wanted to know more about her abilities but there was no one she could really ask. No one that could understand what she was going through. Her Gran couldn’t even understand and she was family.

So here she was looking up information on psychics and their powers. Not that being psychic was a common thing and most of the books she found were utter crap. ‘Develop Your Own Mind Powers’, ‘Impress Your Friends With Mind Tricks’ and junk like that. Totally disappointing but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything she could read. It just meant she had a limited supply was all. Sitting alone was always the best way to keep herself focused on the books she found with minimal distractions via other peoples’ thoughts. It also meant that she didn’t have to have awkward moments when she was unable to speak to anyone who came over to her. The trouble with the books that Charlotte had picked out was the fact that they were too complicated to understand. She was only nine years old after all and didn’t know all the big words. She needed help and her Gran wasn’t around and wouldn’t be back for hours most likely.

Frowning down at the books, she almost wished she knew what they were saying. Of course she could get the easier words but there were some words she just didn’t know and it was extremely frustrating to her. Sighing, she flipped aimlessly through the pages, enjoying some of the pictures of people lifting things with their minds and stuff. She could do that no problem; it was just controlling it that she had trouble with. So focused on the words that seemed to swim in front of her tired eyes, Charlotte didn’t notice Shelly until the lovely woman spoke to her, prompting the child to look up at her with a shy look on her face. First thing she noticed was that she had a kind look to her and she had pretty thoughts. She didn’t want to hurt Charlotte. Unless she was a strong telepath who was able to lie to Charlotte via thoughts… But Charlie didn’t think she was. She shook her head when Shelly asked if the girl minded her sitting at her table.

Pulling a little sketchpad out of her backpack that she carried with her, she flipped through the pages until she found a blank page and she wrote “My name is Charlie. What’s your name?” on the piece of paper. Technically, she wasn’t talking to a stranger, she was writing to her and hearing her respond. Totally getting around that rule and plus she was in a public place, she was safe. “I can’t talk, my Gran says I’m mute.” She wrote on the paper next and offered her a smile. She wanted to speak how she normally could but she didn’t want to freak Shelly out. No, this was the better way to handle things for now.

Tags; Shelly
Lyrics; Just A Little Girl – Amy Studt
Word Count; 676
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