4-Avery

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Ow.

Jeez, where'd he come from? I hope he's alright.

I open my eyes and find myself on what I think is the floor. I'm blind without my glasses. Where are they? I feel around, not seeing a thing.

"Can you watch where you're going?" Oh no, he sounds angry. This isn't good. I feel my glasses, put them on and sit up. I feel a book lying on my hip. I take it and turn around, apologizing and holding out the book.

Breathe Avery, breathe. The guy in front of you is tall, dark and handsome... Not your type, so just forget it. More like you're not his type. Oh well, you're used to it, cute guys rejecting you. It's not their fault, they just don't know you exist.

"Thank you," he says, and looks down. I'm that unnoticeable, right?

"No problem..." Great, now even my hair hates me. I tuck it behind my ear.

Turning around and picking up my bag and book, I walk back to the shelf. I didn't get to finish reading the award on the book I picked. It's seems really interesting. It's a fantasy book, not one I usually read, but, this sounds so cliched, it seemed to call out to me. Page Numbers, it's called. It's got a really cool cover, and a kinda spooky intro, but I'm liking it so far.

The guy walks over to the cashier, and pays. Then he just leaves. I didn't expect anything else, but I'd kinda hoped for more conversation, like in all those romance novels. Oh well. I probably won't ever see him again in my life.

I walk over to the register and admire all the trinkets and book marks. I could probably buy all of them, with the amount of money on my piece of plastic.

"Yeah, it's so great being rich. Filthy rich, I think." I mutter, pulling out my MasterCard. Yeah, I could actually buy all the books in this shop.

"Pardon, ma'am?" The lady behind the desk seems genuinely curious. They know me, because I come here so often. I'm a bit of a recluse, you see.

"Nothing," I say, faking a smile and handing her the book and card. She scans both and bags the book. Handing them back to me, she says, "Have a good day,".

Taking the book out, I open it and walk out into the sun, reading.

God, this sweater's itchy, but Mum bought it, so I have to wear it. The colour helps.

My curiosity can't help but wander. It wanders to the guy I met in the shop. What book did he get? Would I know it? I probably do. My mind wanders onto other topics: dinner, school...

Damn! I forgot to do my Science homework! I got to get home quick. I put the book back into my bag, and start sprinting.

The sky turns grey.

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