The library was quiet .
Only the librarian made any noise , typing away on her computer .
It sounded so blissful .
He turned the page in his book . The paper crinkling under his fingers .
What an old book .
He read the context , reaching the bottom of the page .
His eyes stopped .
There were the clear marks of sticky fingers , fingers that had left behind different colors .
As if they had been chewing on candy as they read the book .
The only color that wasn't in the meshing of colors was red .
Red skittles had been left behind .
He shut the book quickly , with a loud thud .
Some glanced his way , the typing stopped for a semi-second .
Then life returned to its balance .
He leaned back in his chair , sighing .
He stared at nothing .
For the past few days , he'd avoided her , hadn't replied to her questions and conversations .
He'd done every rude gesture he could think of . But she still hung around .
She still talked , he never replied . But he always listened .
He should her nothing but apathy .
He closed his eyes , leaned his head back . Nose pointing upwards .
Suddenly , she wasn't there anymore .
He didn't see her at lunch , he didn't see her in the hallways , he hadn't even hear her voice .
Her voice .
He groaned in fustration , letting his head bang on the table .
" Sir , if you cannot be quiet I must ask you to leave " . The librarian had stopped typing .
Her voice was harsh , she wanted him to leave .
He pushed the chair back , somehow scrapping it against carpet . It thudded as it fell backwards .
" Mr . Gamewell . Pick . Up . That . Chair . "
He scoffed . Mr. Gamewell .
" Do it yourself , old hag " . He said . Casually walking by her desk as he exited the library . All eyes on him .
" Damn brat , just like his mother . "
He stopped walking , shoving his hands into his pockets , then resumed his walk .
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Skittles & Skateboards
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