Sydney

You quietly enter the library of the school, still a good hour away from your first class of the day and wanting to get away from Whitney and the other typical bullies. It's empty and dead quiet, save for the soft snores coming from the counter where the library attendant sits. Half-filled papers are scattered along the surface of the desk, and a cart of books sit waiting to be returned. His eyes have dark bags under them, as if this is the first time he's slept in several days.