As she walked in through the streets of London, Mariposa felt a strange surge of happiness forming inside her. She felt calmer than she had when she was in her house. Her parents had been fighting over something, that Mariposa hadn't really felt the need to pay attention to. It was probably just some stupid little fight they had every now and then, later when she got home they would be all happy again. But still she didn't like to see her parents fight, and she had left her house with a mixture of anger and sadness. But it was basically gone now, and it was being replaced with the happiness she was beginning to feel now.
Mariposa was headed toward one of her favorite places. A bookstore she often visited. It was like a second home to her, since she spent most of her time there. She loved to read the book the store had, mostly the mystery and adventure ones. She was often lost in the books and she would feel a though she was in the story. It was the best place for her to be, what with her active imagination and such. Even her parent's fight couldn't bring her down now that she was nearing the store. She opened the door, looking up at the bell jingling above her. SHe smiled and walked inside, making sure the door closed softly behind her, so as not to disturb anyone who was reading.
She walked over to the shelf that held her favorite books and picked one she hadn't read yet, and sat down next to a girl, and began to read.