Desihn

Chapter One

Avos was sitting in the local library, doing some reading. He was there with Michelle who was working part time. Michelle was his neighbour and childhood friend. They grew up together and in all those years she never really changed. She was always strange, obsessed with fiction and fantasy. She'd watch documentaries on giants, fairies and

"Dragons!" Michelle exclaimed, startling Avos. He looked back at his copper haired friend. In her work-wear she looked feminine, but if she were wearing her favourite clothes she'd be easily mistaken for a boy. Even then it got confusing. Her hair was a short pixie cut that seemed to be messily styled, but in fact she just woke up and left it that way. An accidental style. Her body wasn't a curvacious hour glass or anything like that, it was more of a box. That topped with her favourite loose sweater made her look like a guy, but at work she wore a more fitted shirt that made her look like a girl.

"What are you going on about?" Avos asked closing the book he was going through. She slammed an open book in front of him. It was a complete history on every "known" dragon species.

"If you read this book you'll see that Dragons are real! I've already taken it out under my name so you can read it now or when you get home!" She explained with a peppy chirp in her voice. Avos leafed through some of the pages in the book. It had a lot of different species which surprised Avos. He didn't really think Dragons had sub species. Wyverns, Lindworm, Knucker, Chinese Dragon, Marsupial, Frost, the list was seemingly endless.

"So someone can make up a bunch of dragons, that doesn't prove they're real," he countered. Michelle leaned on the table.

"What about the skeleton from the documentary I showed you?" She pointed out.

"It's probably fake. It's not hard to bs a documentary. They probably made the skeleton then buried it to make it look like they found a skeleton," he muttered.

"You're such a downer, is it really that hard to just believe in something?" she asked.

"I'm a natural born skeptic, what do you think?" She sighed and closed the book.

"You're no fun at all," she grumbled before walking away. Avos watched her walked away then leaned into his hand. A small part of him wished he could be a dreamer like Michelle, but it just wasn't in his personality. He needed cold hard facts, to see things face to face. He was this way since we was a kid. He didn't believe in Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny. The Tooth fairy wasn't real nor was the Sand Man. He was a downer as a kid, and a downer as a teen.

He looked to the door to see one of his other friends come in, Paris. Paris wasn't a dreamer like Michelle, but he was much happier on a day-to-day basis then Avos. He had a good life, good parents. He was the epitome of an optimist, and it brightened Avos's life most days. He even looked like a kid with a good life. He had a thicker body frame showing his was well fed and cared for. But at the same time he wasn't fat, meaning he wasn't spoiled. His perky, round hazel eyes always seemed to be beaming with life. Avos couldn't even compare. His frame was wiry; thin bones, thin muscles, just thin everything.

Paris made his way over to Avos. He pulled out a chair, spinning it around then sitting in it backwards. "How's it going Avos? Life treating you good?" he asked. Avos grabbed the book he was originally reading and opened it.

"If it was, do you think I'd be sitting in the library?" he grumbled reading a random part. Paris tipped the chair forward.

"Which one is it this time? Mom or Dad?" he enquired. Avos pushed him back on all fours.

"Both," he explained. Paris leaned forward again.

"You've gotta fight with your parents everyday? You do know you're old enough to just up-and-leave, right? 18 is the golden age. You're out of school, so get out of there," he suggested. Avos pushed him back down.