Elizabeth always did this. she would leave her homework until the very last second and then get mad at herself because she had to cram to get it done. she was incredibly stressed. her teacher had assigned narrative story writing for a creative writing project. elizabeth didn't have a clue where to start. she wasn't a very creative person, so coming up with ideas for a story wasn't easy. she decided she would to go to the library and flip through novels in search of inspiration. the librarian watched as elizabeth hopelessly flipped through books, fluttering about like a deranged butterfly. "is there something i can help you with?" the librarian asked. "not unless you can come up with a couple of interesting characters, a riveting plot, and an exotic setting for a fictional story. ugh, this is hopeless!" elizabeth moaned. "well, why don't you start with something from your own life? that way you won't have to make anything up," the librarian replied. "yeah, that might work if my life wasn't a boring ball of stress. there's nothing interesting to write about my life. i'm just a disappointing disaster. not getting my homework done on time isn't exactly a riveting plot point," elizabeth retorted. the librarian suddenly had an eerie look about her. her eyes twinkled as she smirked. she slowly drew closer to the chair elizabeth was seated in. she rested her hands on the back of elizabeth's chair as she bent to whisper something in elizabeth's ear. "now, i would hardly say you have a boring life, little miss. i'm sure you are mistaken. wait while i go and fetch something that might be of use to you." elizabeth shuddered as the librarian walked away. the way the librarian had spoken to her was chilling. what could she possibly be going to get? elizabeth wondered whether coming to the library was a bad idea. she wanted to run, but she felt compelled to stay where she was. it would be rude to leave when the librarian was just trying to help. select the detail from the story that is told from the point of view of so
