I sit in the Library, A orange Dimmed light surrounds the library, It’s quiet, not a soul in here, I sit in the very corner of the library, writing my short unsuitable story for one of my classes, Mr Millers class in fact, The story contains explicit material, and sure he won’t accept it, but it won’t hurt to try, I see you in the corner of my eye, Working on what seems a essay..

”Must suck huh…?”

I say, My attention not on you but on my story, Not seeming to really care about you..