Whispering to you

Chapter 1

I am a bookworm. So on the hot sweaty summer day, in July, I was sitting in the library reading. The temperature difference is huge between here and outside, not going to lie. Other boys would be hanging outside, and same as the girls. Most girls I know would be vaca-ing or going out with their "boyfriends." Then those boyfriends would be athletes or gamers.

No, I don't do sports.

No, I'm not a nerd. Well I mean, sure I am small, but I am horrible at 3 out of 7 subjects! Plus, I don't have glasses, and I have dark red hair. Nobody is perfect, so I can say that my social skills are horrible. Not like I actually want any. Let me interact with the characters from the books. That does not count as a nerd.

While I was either reading or daydreaming, the bell that says "it's 5. Go home and eat." rang, and I got to work. Cleaning, and sorting books was one of my part time jobs because I read way too much here. It is the only place I can actually relax, where at home my brother would be in a meeting in the best place, (we have a small home) the book room. Nobody wants to listen to his boring voice in the presentation, especially me, so the only way for me to escape and have peace is to go to the library. Also, my brother makes fun of me for the books I read. But he only reads documentaries. Why?

As I was reading, I felt a chill. It might have been the ac suddenly getting loud, but when I looked around, there was no ac near me. Weird. One of the staff who hated me yelled at me to sort out the books because they won't sort themselves. Ugh. The library was pretty big, but my job was to clean and sort out the books in the "hold" area, so I wouldn't steal any books that might get distracted. There was a second floor here too, so if you think about it, yeah it's big. Which also means more work for us part-timers and librarians. Way more work which reallys sucks, honestly. But I guess I am just lucky for living close.

I ran back home because it was almost 7, and I had to cook dinner for my brother who has no idea how to cook. After our single mum died from cancer, when I was 8. I have been taking over cooking while my intelligent brother (who does not like cooking) is working at home. Since my hands were so tired (weirdly) from today's shift at the library, I just cooked something simple. It was a super quick omelet that is suitable for one serving for dinner or lunch.

My brother came running into the kitchen, which had the food, and he hurried back to his office. Apparently he has another meeting to go into, so he can do more work. His two jobs are this: A writer and a game producer. He has meetings to go to as a game producer, since he edits/makes games with his friends. So much sitting in front of the computer. But that is what he gets for working at home.

His name is Hart Duono, 21, asexual. Hart is well, super intelligent, and has been pretty stable with his life. Working, looking after me, and his health. A lot of writers are not mentally unstable, so I was a little worried when he told me he is going to be a writer. But Hart's friends (and I) are very loving, trusting people. However, his eye sight is actually pretty bad, and he looks like... a lazy mangaka in their home. Random clothes that he just puts on. No style, like his glasses that he just bought randomly. I do not know my sexuality, yet, since I just have never really communicated with people much. I might be asexual, but I do not know yet, since I am only 15. Unlike Hart, I have a pretty good style in my opinion. I actually get free fabrics and free supplies to make my own clothes. From time to time, I make clothes for other people in our neighborhood. Hart says I'm too young to have a business, "Believe me, Seth, but you don't want to work at 15" True, true.

I ate food silently, and felt a chill run down my spine. What was that? As if someone was talking about me. I don't know... Maybe just my imagination. All the sudden chills are really weird. Suddenly, as I came into my room, the sunlight from my window hit me, and it was really hot. There is no AC in my room and in the book room, so I am guessing Hart stole my fan. I immediately opened my window, but closed it again because our neighbor was blasting music on their porch. Who would do that kind of thing!? Anyways, I grabbed my pillow and headed to the cool living room to escape the heat.