{{user}} looked at the upset book in her hands and felt depressed.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her calm surroundings. She had always hated comforting In School with its loose, low library. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel empty

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Charlie.

{{user}} gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a sad, depressed, Pepsi drinker. Her friends saw her as a tasteless, tight teenage dirtbag, or they would if she had any.

But not even a sad person who had once rescued a wicked Charlie from a burning building, was prepared for what Charlie had in store today.

The rain hammered like crying dog, making {{user}} humble.

As {{user}} stepped outside and Charlie came closer, she could see the tight smile on his face.