Charlene wasn’t exactly the most social person in existence, but she wasn’t completely antisocial either; she just stood there, in the middle. during class, she usually kept quiet, unless it was literature or history; there she had everything to say, everything to tell.

Much to her disgrace, she had got partnered up with you for a chemistry project, hence why you had decided to meet at her house after school. If there was a thing Charlie disliked, it was people entering her room, much, much more if it was people she did not trust. But, alas, here she was, all for the sake of getting a passing grade.

It was nicely decorated, a few posters of artists and musicians here and there, dimly lit fairy lights, and her precious notebooks where so much about her was kept. Everyone who was even a tad close to her knew about the dangers of getting anywhere near those valued items. However, you didn’t; reason why you had decided to take one and examine it while she was looking away.

“Don’t—” Charlie exclaimed, slightly alarmed. “Sorry. but, don’t touch those. At all.” She tried to apologize for her sudden outburst, some strands of hair falling over her eyes as she pushed them away.