School was a nightmare. No one really noticed me, or knew who I was. I attributed most of that to height, the rest to the fact that I never said a word to anyone. In fact, I spent most of my time in the library, alone. That was just how I liked it.
First period was free period. So, I went that was exactly where I went. I walked in, nodding to Ms. Nudd, the sweet old librarian at my school. She knew me, and she knew that I wouldn't talk, so instead. Everyday she would give me some food and wave me off. My guess was she was the only teacher in the school who knew my name, and you know what? That was exactly how I liked it. It was easier, quieter not being attached to people.
I sat in the corner reading when I heard something. A tapping. I only thought about it for a moment before I went right back to my book. There it was again. Insistently annoying. I tried to ignore it, but I didn't work. Tap tap tap tap. So I got up and decided to do something about it. I rounded my way along the columns looking for the source of the noise. I knew it was somewhere close. I couldn't find it. I was annoyed.
It stopped. Hmm. Weird. I started walking back to my spot when someone pushed a stack of books off of the top shelf. At least 12 books wacked me in the head. Hahahahaha! I heard a clear, low laugh coming from the next row over. I ran around to the next shelf. No one. I knew someone had been there though. That, I was sure of.
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Lunch now, I was alone, just like usual. The way I liked it.
Occasionally I would get a random person who would try to befriend me. I think that they left because they realized my silence wasn't worth the trouble. I didn't connect with any of them, so I didn't have anything to say.
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So, I guess you could say this book is very depressing. Trust me, I am well aware. It will get better though, happier(; Quinn will get better, so don't worry.
It's slightly boring as well. That's because as of now the characters are all still building. Without all this random boringness you would have no idea who she was, or why she is the way she is. So it will get better. Just give it time. At least I hope.
MW

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Dreamer
Novela JuvenilI'd much rather be sleeping. In my mind, this place was my real life. Because I'm more awake, when I'm asleep.