Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34357309-20170902001048/@comment-30319843-20170902131902

I am at the public library, around a section of books. I am looking for some interesting history books.

"Great," I mumble in disappointment. "Did somebody else borrow that book?"

Then my eyes fall on another book.

"Gotcha!" I retort and grab the book. I turn and walk forward. A T-path is present in front of me. I take the left and

OOF!

I bump into somebody. Her books fall from her hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say.

"It's okay," she says calmly as she pushes her black-brown hair to her side. I pick up her book and give it to her. She takes it and walks away. I get to the table and take a seat. I keep the book on the table.

That girl is one of my age; a middle-schooler. And if I remember correctly, she carried a history book.

And she is somewhat familiar. I've seen her somewhere in my school and so.

Whatever it is.

I engage myself with the book.