Exchange Student

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-Error POV-

     School had just ended leaving all the kids to rush through the halls and out the front door.

Staying back was the best option for me, as I never enjoyed being pushed up against moody teenagers who's only goal was to escape the halls of the school as soon as possible.

I've made my own escape to the school's library. It was honestly super boring in here as there were never any new books and the room in general was really small. Most of the books were schoolbooks too.

The exchange student that had followed me to school a few days ago, was also in the library.

My guess was that he was searching for history books. Not like he would find any here. You'd have to search the local library to find anything of the kind.

The reason I would guess that's what he's looking for is that this boy had been asking random people all over the school questions about the cases of the missing students.

Not that they could tell him anything valuable. All the children here didn't even exist at the time or were just not here. If they were told anything from the past, they wouldn't say jack anyway. The teachers who were still here refused to say anything useful.

Only this boy had seemed to had asked them another question as he some how knew my name. I don't want this freak to know my name. It makes me uncomfortable.

When you ignore the fact that these missing children are gone and pretend to forget about them. You don't get target by whatever is targeting them.

I've been in this town for my whole life so far. I know how things work. This boy, who keeps pestering me, doesn't understand that me keeping information and refusing to talk much about the past is for my safety as of his.

Not that his safety matters. Ink had a large change of going missing. The same thing happened to the last who refused to stop poking they're nose in business that wasn't they're own.

At the moment Ink wasn't bothering me. He just kept looking through the books on the old, short shelf's.

I don't want to be near him. It's dangerous.

He keeps glancing at me. I know he wants to ask, say, or do something to me.

My breakfast will soon be on the floor if I don't calm down.

Scratching at my palms, I instead took my thumb and rubbing my palm as if it was a smooth stone.

Glancing up, I almost shriek aloud as he's standing right in front of me.

I think I'm confused, but mostly angry. Can't he see I'm uncomfortable?

"Can you help me?" Ink asks, his eyes change every time he blinks.

"I don't know, can I?" I retort in a rude tone.
If this boy noticed or even cared about my tone, he didn't show it. Seems like I will never know the answer.

"I think so. Is there any other type of way to get any books or information about this towns history?" Ink says, sitting himself right next to me.

It feels like I'm going to explode, but I keep my cool. I don't feel like disappearing today.
It's easier to tell him something that will please him then being interrogated.

"I do know that the library at the edge of the town has books about the founder and the building of the town." I tell him something close to what he wants to hear.

He smiles writing that down on whatever piece of paper he could find.

"Also, could you show me where the place is?"