In The Library Poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson

The room is filled with ripples of laughter,
the group around the corner, giggling at quiet jokes.
The librarian and her gang, slowly getting annoyed at their fun, glare.
Like a coil one springs,
snapping at their joy.
They ignore his annoyingly formal tone,
choosing to carry on with their conversation.

The small cluster spreads out.
Sitting down and breaking up into seperate groups.
Their whispers carry across the library
floating on air and interrupting others working mutely nearby.

She sits opposite the boy.
Texting him still.
Her face is the duplicate of peace.
The boy is distant, talking queitly to me
muttering silently.
He's bored, wanting to get home.

Next to us he reads a book
interest sparkling in his eyes and face.
Next to him is his dream,
watching the others, eyes shining.
The sun beams through the window,
forming an angelic glow around her.

Sitting opposite me are two devils,
their hair shining in the light.
They whisper softly to the others,
giggling madly.
One jumps, unexpectedly electricuted by her
phone.

Beside me is another,
laughing over a recent dispute.
Her voice singing above the others,
as she informs them.
Her laughter clouding any trouble from their
minds.

The bell screams once more,
loud from years of practice.
The librarian shouts, silencing our talks, glad to get rid
of the laughing menaces.
We moan, hating what awaits our arrival.
Immediately the boredom takes over,
their faces change,
their tones too.
Exhaustion sinks in as they slowly.
reluctantly,
slink off to tutor.