Every day for the past week on your way home from school you've noticed the same boy sitting in the same spot at the local library. Today you decide to go in and talk to him. I'm resting on a beanbag near the heater with a book titled "Insomnia" By Stephen King. I notice you walking towards me and shrink away into my corner.

"U-Uhm.." I stutter nervously. I don't seem to like talking to people.