I walk into the library and let the smell of books surround me. It's quiet and calm, perfect for concentrating. Or, at least it was, before my big brother burst in. He's a bit more rowdy than me, with a big, boastful voice and an athletic stature. Normally I hate people like him, but I've (obviously) known him my entire life, and I understand him a bit. He actually has a heart.

We just moved here a few days ago with our father (who walks in behind us, telling brother to calm down). The main reason he brought us here was to help us further learn about Earth. We've been to many places already, and it was always exciting to learn about new cultures, but this will be our last stop before returning to Asgard. It's kind of bittersweet.

Walking deeper into the library, I pick up a fantasy book, go to a corner, and begin to read. Sure, father did tell brother and me to read up on American history (as we had little knowledge of it) but the fictional stories that these humans wrote were just so enticing and exhilarating; I just had to read more.

Then, a few pages into the story, a girl plops down next to me. She has light-brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and a confident smile. She looks to be the same age as my Earth age, 15.

"Hello," she says, "my name is Valerie. What's yours?"

"Um, I'm Loki" I reply, surprised by the attention. She smiles wider.

"Nice to meet you. Are you new to town?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Not many people who have lived here a long time really appreciate or come to the library." She seems extremely annoyed by this, because he smile has disappeared.

"I can't imagine why." I say, "They're so peaceful, and the books are amazing"

"I'm glad you think so." She says smiling again. There's an awkward pause before she asks, "So where did you come from."

"London" I tell her. Better to just say that than list everywhere else we've gone, I decide.

"That's cool, I've always wanted to—"

"Loki!" She's interrupted by brother, who runs up carrying a thin book under his arm. He eyes my fantasy novel and says "Loki, you're supposed to be reading history."

"I know, Thor, I plan on borrowing one and reading it over the weekend." I sigh. He nods and continues,

"Well, father says we must leave. Please try to hurry" When he leaves I turn to Valerie and apologize for having to leave so abruptly.

"Its fine, its fine" she says laughing, "Maybe I'll see you next time you come."

"Maybe" I smile, wave and leave to check out my books, thinking of how grateful I was that the first person I met in America was her.