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Chapter 13

The story and the song have different story lines, but they have the same meaning of the feeling that Nezbit has in this chapter. So, yk, yk.
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We got a bus to a library. I was prepared to sit  bored by Luke, but as soon as we entered, Luke patted my back and said,“Go get yourself a book or make a friend or something, I'll come get you when I'm done."

I peered up to him for a moment before nodding, and we parted ways.

I immediately go to the teen section, knowing that I would pick some romance book. When I finally picked a book from the shelf, I read of the different girls who had their first kiss and their thoughts on the situation.

“Excuse me." A high British accent says catching my attention, drawing me away from my book.

There stood a girl with big brown waves, and a few locks in her hair, some were decorated with faded red highlights. She had dark hazel eyes, and freckles were scattered upon her face. She looked about my age.

“Would you happen to know where you got your book exactly?"

“Uh, yeah." I answer, “That shelf."

“Would you happen to know if there were extra copies there?"

“No," I answer. “I don't think there are."

She stopped for a moment while she gazed at me in awe. “Are you American?" She asked.

I smile while nodding.

“Oh my God!" She freaks. “That is so cool! What are you doing in the shit hole UK?!"

“Um, I'm pretty sure it's the other way around." I answered. “The US isn't all that great."

She does a giggle/squeal thing and says, “You sound so country!"

She must not have the slightest clue of what country accents are like, because I am far from it.

“Do your eat a lot of McDonald's and talk about burgers all day?" She ask.

“No." I answered. “No, I don't."

“Oh," She smiles. “Excuse my stereotypical mind. I've never met an American before, I don't know what it is that you do. Do you enjoy surfing?"

I smile. “I never lived anywhere close enough to an ocean to be able to."

“Well, don't you say the words 'narley' and 'dude' a lot?"

I shake my head.

“Oh my God." She says exaggerating the 'g'. “My whole life I've been lied to!"

I didn't know how to respond, so I only let out a small fake laugh.

She extended her arm out to me, offering her hand. “I'm Piper."

“Nezbit." I respond while our hands gently shook each others.

“Are you new here?" She ask. “Its a small library, and I never see you around."

“I guess you could say that." I answer.

“What does that mean?"

“Well.. You see my uh.. cousin and I, we travel around."

“Oh! A traveler! What other hobbies do you have?"

“Looking in the mirror and wishing I had make-up."

She lightly laughed, “Why don't you get some?"

“Well, my cousin, he's a guy, and ya know.."