It is six o'clock in the morning and I am wide awake. I don't bother trying to get back to sleep, instead, I open my curtains and put on a white button-up shirt and a pair of black jeans. I then head into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I glance into the mirror and my dark green eyes stare back at me whilst I attempt to comb my brown hair back.
I don't have to arrive at school until eight o'clock, so I have some time to kill. I pull out my homework from my bag and manage to finish everything by seven thirty so I grab my coat and car keys and head out the door.
When I arrive at school I have half an hour until homeroom and I thought I might take a visit to the library, though when I walk in I find myself to be quite disappointed. The room is smaller than my bedroom and rather empty. I walk through the first aisle scanning each title, almost every book is ripped or faded. I walk through the next aisle and see a girl holding about five thick books in her arms. She looked as if she were struggling so I offer a hand. "Do you need some help with those?" I ask, approaching her gently. The girl whips her head around to look at me and I notice it's Clara. "Oh! William, isn't it?" she says with a flash of familiarity across her face. "Yes, we met yesterday," I say with a laugh. She starts to blush and I quickly distract her. "So the books?"
"Oh yes, the books. Well if you're sure you don't mind?"
"Of course not," I assure her and take the books out of her arms. "This library is very disappointing."
"Really? I adore this little library" Clara responds while searching along the shelves.
"But the books are in a dreadful state"
"Well, I like books with unappealing covers. I'm a firm believer in not judging a book by its cover. Books, like people, shouldn't be neglected based on their appearance." She looks like she is surprised at herself for this speech.
I just stare at her. The bell rings, piercing my ears, and I take Clara's books over to the counter with her. "Do you want me to help you get these to your locker?" I ask her. "No, no. I'll be fine." She tries to reassure me.
"We are going to the same homeroom anyway."
"Oh, well maybe then..."
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Time
RomanceThe indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. They meet as strangers, but he knows he has seen her before. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
