The difference between you and I

First Impressions.

   I am in the library today. As always, I never shy away from the chance to get my daily book. Everyday, I ride down to the old town library on my bike, hoping to read all the books in it.

     "Cheleigh, since you're here would you mind putting these books back on the shelf?" a timid voice called out to me breaking me out of my thoughts. Her name is Ava, and from the looks of it she looks as if I might break her arm off, due to her timidness.
   "No problem Ave." I cast out to her over my shoulder as I headed to the back.
    I often hid in the library to waste more time because I dreaded home. I dreaded it almost as much as I dreaded leaving home a year ago. Home was not even home, I should call it a house, full of nothing but grey.
       After leaving, I decide to call Blake, she is my best friend. After a few rings, she picks up.
      "Hello, this is Blake and I can not come to the phone right now, leave a message at the time: Hey I know it's late but could you possibly-"
     "Hey it's me, sorry I didn't answer I thought it was him ugh, what did you need?"
      "How many times do I have to tell you this why don't you make contacts or at least memorize my damn number woman?" I said while rolling my eyes.
       I can hear the smile in her voice as she says: "It bottoms out the mystery, but what did you need?"
     It dawned on me. "Oh I was gonna ask if
you could come pick me up, I don't want to go home tonight." I replied sheepishly.
      "You're going to have to face them sometime, but for today I'll be there." She said as she hung up.
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I stayed the night at Blake's, and now I was in my "famous" high school. Goody. I go to Lincoln High School, apparently it's the school for all the intelligent kids in the area. Im here because I am a transfer. My old school, let's just say that wasn't all it was cut out to be.
I could feel my camera hung around my neck being tugged at from the back which is a wake up call to turn around for me, considering that's how people get my attention.
"Cheleigh, are you doing that I-space-out-because-I-am-incredibly-shy thing?" Blake inquires.
"Sorry, it's a habit I can't break." I add while grinning a little.
As I get my books from my locker, I hear whispers all around me saying: Is that Josh? Is that really him?
The huge fuss about some prick has been going around for about a week, and if everyone's talking about it then it must be shocking.
I advert my eyes to the left of me as a strange 6' foot guy opens the school doors attracting very much attention. His hair is tousled brown locks crazily left as a hair style, and his outfit is nothing more than a cliche. I hate cliches. But he is wearing a leather jacket for fucks sake. Who wears that shit anymore?

Everyone widens their eyes as his ray band covered eyes follows my gaze. His loud voice makes me jump as he says pointing to my camera, "Who carries around that shit anymore?"