Heather... at the library? (Open)

[heather]

Heather wasn't entirely sure how she ended up at the library. One moment she was in a huge screaming fight with her parents, and the next she was pulling up at the library parking lot in her little red sports car. Why she chose to come here of all places, she didn't know. Now that she thought about it, Heather had only been to the library once since she had moved to Fairfield several years ago. Looking up at the tall building, she thought that it looked rather intimidating.

Turning off her engine, Heather just sat in her car for a few minutes, head on the steering wheel, taking deep breaths. It was always a huge ordeal when she rowed with her parents. The results were usually that she ran away, got grounded, and couldn't do anything with her friends for a month. But maybe they would forgive her if she was at the library studying... right? Fat chance, Heather thought dryly. But since there was nothing else to do, she grabbed her cell phone and locked her car behind her as she walked up the steps to the library.

Heather was impressed. She had to admit it at least to herself, she hadn't expected as nice a library as this in Fairfield. All around the library, oak bookcases shone as if they had been cleaned seconds ago, which they very well might have been. There were hundreds... no, thousands and thousands of books. Heather hadn't seen this many books in one place in her life. Was there really an author for every single one of these books?

Several students sat studying quietly at circular tables, or browsing among the shelves, occasionally taking down a book. Heather saw mostly whom she would consider nerds; people with glasses and braces who were her age but taking all Senior classes. Bookworms, the lot of them. But surprisingly, Heather saw a few guys here and there that she knew quite well, and a few girls she considered her friends. Maybe I should actually come study here sometime, Heather thought. Now would be good.

Heather hadn't brought any of her books with her, but just today, she had gotten a topic that she was supposed to write a report on in Global Studies. Why not start researching? She went to the right section and started looking at the books, realizing that some people were giving her funny looks; she knew what they must be thinking. What was Heather Nott, one of the most popular and pretty girls in school, doing in the library? Well, they were about to find out that even Heather could read.

[Mina Cheng]

Mina walked into the library during her lunch break. She had quite hated the library, but she felt she had no choice. The high school was full of seniors and juniors. It seemed like there were no freshman and only one sophomore-Mina Cheng. She felt that she didn't want to be overpowered by the seniors and juniors.

The Sophomore stood on her feet in the library for a minute. The area was just like outside. Full of seniors and juniors. She walked to a shelf where it'd be quite empty. Again the Sophomore will admit it, she didn't want to be the only one seen. She took a small glance, for she was hiding behind a shelf, and feeling like a fool.

Mina breathed with relief and looked away from where she was looking at. Then suddenly..uh oh. Someone had been where the Sophomore was. But it wasn't like Mina was following her. Mina didn't want to leave the area. She didn't have much friends. Her friends were only her friends because they thought they'd introduce Mina to Fairfield, who was from the United Kingdom.

She walked up to the girl quietly. Mina had heard of this girl. She wasn't really sure about her name. Biting her lip, and said. "Hi," she said. "You're Heather Nott right?" she asked awkwardly.

[Nick Willows]

Nick walked into the library, he didn't come in hree alot, he saw 2 girls, one was Mina Cheng, a girl he met in Starbucks, and the beach, the other he didn't know. "hey, mina."

[Mina Cheng]

Mina turned around looking at Heather at Nick. "Hey!" she said. Then again, she was with a senior, but she didn't really care. Nick became a friend. "This is Heather Nott."

[Nick Willows]

"hi heather,"