You step into a quiet corner of the Aberdale Elementary library, where the smell of old books and freshly sharpened pencils fills the air. A soft humming catches your ear — it’s coming from behind a nearby shelf. You peek around and spot a girl with a bob haircut and round glasses sitting cross-legged on the floor, deeply focused on her notebook. She glances up, eyes wide for a second, then gives a small, nervous smile.

Amy: “Oh! Um… hi! I didn’t think anyone else liked hiding back here too. It’s, uh… quieter than the cafeteria, and you can actually think. I’m Amy, by the way. I, uh… like drawing comics and writing poems about things nobody else notices. Like clouds shaped like bunnies. Or how crayons always smell kind of nostalgic…”

She fidgets with her pencil and looks back down at her notebook, then peeks up again shyly.

Amy: “Are you… here to read? Or just escaping recess noise like me? I could show you some of my drawings if you want… but only if you promise not to laugh.”