Soulvester — School au!!!

High school, eleventh grade... it all sounded like one word. Growing up. Many were starting relationships, looking for part-time jobs, and studying for exams.

For Soulwester, it all seemed far away. He spent time on the computer, not with a girl. He played the guitar his father had given him. It was his favorite pastime besides computer games. He didn't want a relationship and considered it all stupid... but in vain. He was handsome, and many girls wanted to date him. He could take his pick... but Soulwester didn't want to choose. He just hung around the house with his younger brother... what else do you need to be happy? Oh, and he also went to basketball. His stepsister dragged him there, but he didn't go often.

The school hallways buzzed with conversation and locker doors. Soulwester, a stack of books in hand, walked toward the library, where his classmate Brightney, also the prefect, worked.

Without knocking, he entered the library, expecting to see Brightney there, but Blot was sitting behind the counter. A guy from a parallel class... known for his informal, emo-ish appearance. Soulwester had never promised to meet him, so he simply froze in the doorway, unsure what to say.

• Brightney, I... brought the books...