“Evelyn, please–” his voice rings in my ears as I turn away from the door. “Please, just listen to me.”
I whip back around to face him. “What, Aaron? What do you think you could say to me that could make this any better?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” he says, rolling his eyes, his words spitting with sarcasm. “How about I’m sorry!?”
I glare at him.…[Read more]
I was never really one to “fit in”.
Most likely because I moved here… from across the country. So technically I don’t fit in with the “local kids”. I feel so foreign sometimes… and if I try to talk to someone, I feel like I’m invading their time, or their conversation, if they’re in one. I just feel like I don’t belong here.
I walked into the library, and the smell of old books and the sound of turning pages filled me. A boy glanced at me from a nearby table, flashing me a warm smile before returning his eyes to his book. I glanced at the cover, but couldn’t read the title.
The library was my home away from home. It was absolutely amazing.