4th Level

The 4th level of the library was my favourite. Not sure why, but those who knew me knew where to look for me. Sometimes I hide away in the freezing cold lowest level.

Her library habits were alike. 4th level. And occasionally the lowest level. Wearing her dark blue jacket and her hair tied up. The volume of her hair was low, she makes do with that face. That baby doll face. And when she pouts, it was potent. She was the most popular one around. Ah yes, some girls couldn’t see why. But I think that was jealousy :P

Somehow, we became friends.