Quiet Spaces A.G

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A/n- You guys are 19 years old

Y/n's POV

I live a pretty simple life. No fancy cars, no paparazzi, no flashy designers, no rich life, just a plain life. I live in LA. I live in a 2 bedroom apartment. Usually LA is crowded and usually loud. Don't get me wrong I love LA. You know the beautiful view, the fun places. But sometimes I need some quiet. I put on a black, long sleeve turtle neck and over that I wear a dark brown plaid dress. I grab a brown purse. Big enough for my average size books to fit.

I keep my hair down

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I keep my hair down. And go and put on my shoes.

A/n- Those are the shoes you wore

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A/n- Those are the shoes you wore

I grab my keys and head out.

As I left my apartment building I then began walking towards the library. The library I go to is huge. It's like a one where you can buy or borrow. As I open the door to the library I see lots of shelves with books everywhere. I got the library on the weekends. I spend most of my time here. It's all quiet and no one bothers you. I walk up to the front desk.

"Hey, I have some books to return." I said in a low voice.

"May I see them please?" The librarian asked.

I reach into my purse and pull out two books. I then hand them over to her.

"Thank you." She says when I handed her the books.

"Well you are all set." She said holding her thumbs up.

I walk back to the book shelves and scan through some genres. I chose to read an educational genre. Specifically in history. I browse through the shelves and come across a hardcover, brown book about American history. I grab it off the shelf and walk to one of the tables.

When I reach the table I take my purse off my shoulder and put it on the table. I pull back one of the chairs and sit down. I open my book and start to read.

A few minutes later. I hear a chair besides me move. It was another person settling down to read. I continue on with my reading.

"Hi." The boy waved to me.

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