Incognito
She loved the smell of old paper and ink, the way the library felt like a secret world hidden away from the chaos of the school hallways.
She moved to the back corner, where the section on historical fiction was, dragging her fingers lightly along the spines of the books. She was new to this town and even newer to this school, but the library? That felt like home. Just as she pulled a book from the shelf, she heard a light thud.
Turning around, Matilda spotted a book on the floor near the table behind her. A boy, seemingly in his own world, sat at the table, headphones around his neck, flipping through a thick novel. He didn’t even glance up at the noise.
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