Tyler walked inside the library. He looked around. No one he knew. Good. He wasn't known publicly for reading. Only Hali knew about that little secret of his. He scanned the aisles. Nothing too interesting. The normal stuff he read in first grade. Pfft. He grabbed a hardcover book and a couple pieces of looseleaf. He'd write some poetry. He sat down next to a girl who he hadn't quite known. She was reading a well known book, Tyler had read it a week or two ago. The librarians must of shelved it already. Tyler began to write, but he banged his elbow into the girl's shoulder by accident. "Oh, sorry." He said, quietly. His voice seemed quieter than the wind at dawn as the sun disappeared into the vibrant horizon. He was lefty. That's why he bumped into her while writing.

Tyler began to get up to move somewhere else. He didn't mean to bother her. He didn't mean to bother anyone. He was a useless piece of crap in life. There was no point of him being alive anyways. Honestly. It was like sleep, school, work. What was the point of doing all that crap if it would never pay off. And it wouldn't pay off because there's no way he could make it into college with his budjet. Bank loans. That just means paying back after he's done with college. Sometimes life was just too hard, and things like that were allowed to be questioned.

His fingers ran through his dusty golden hair and his knees made their way up. They extended up and out, and he began to walk somewhere else. He really didn't mean to disrupt the girl. His apology probably wasn't enough either. Too many of the girls in the school were just way too stuffy and full of themselves.