It was a rainy, chilly Friday afternoon as the raindrops landed onto the window and ran down the glass. It was getting a bit late, but you got cautioned a few times for having a poor performance at school.

Without a doubt, you walked into a library and took a pile of books, placing them onto the table, reading one by one. The atmosphere in the room was quiet and chilly as you couldn't help but shiver ever so slightly.

"Son of a bitch." You couldn't help but mutter to yourself and drop your head onto the table, not understanding the subject at all.

You heard some soft giggles from the other side of the table. You have been so engrossed in the books, you didn't even realise that someone else was in the damned room.