Perma-Frost.

The clock on the wall of my school library was stuck at 8:50, and all at once, me and that clock had a lot more in common than I had thought. We were both stuck in the same spot and didn't know how to move ahead. Just, stuck. It had seemed that everything around me had stopped for a moment; even the water in the water bottle that was on the table I was at wasn't even moving an inch, there was a pure stillness in the air, almost eerie.

I moved my back pack to the side and looked around to see if there was anything moving. Nothing - well nothing besides the hand of Mrs. Lavoie, the librarian. She was writing something, i'm not sure what it was. She was just as still as the rest of the library. All the seats around me were so still. They looked almost lonely.

The stillness in the air continued steadily. The fastest things that were moving were my slightly frozen fingers along the keys on my laptop. There was something happening here, and I wasn't going to waste this time of stillness for something other than telling a story.

My foot fell to the ground the the crosses postion they were in on my chair. I grunted in slight pain as the echo ran through the library and out the door like a book snatcher on the loose. I placed my head on the table and held in my aggravated remarks towards myself for making such a scene (not that anyone was there to see it) and attracting so much attention to myself.

The clock was still frozen, but I'm sure it was right. Somewhere in the world it had to be 8:50. I wanted something to happen to make me realize that everything that was happening was still, still; and I got it. Mr. Lavoie got up from her computer, walked to her desk, grabbed something, then walked to the back room.

At least I knew I wasn't going insane.