Damian
After class, I found my way to the library and sat on one of the tables. Opening my bag, I rummaged through it, searching for my jewelery pouch.
"No sitting on the tables, miss..." the librarian paused and frowned, glancing to the right of my head before walking past. I smiled to myself and examined the bracelet in my hands. This was one of my favourites. It was fool-proof. Well, almost at least. How had the girl known I was in the locker room? I shrugged the thought away and slipped the stones onto my wrist before pulling the large book onto my lap.
