White

by wolf shadow-eater

Lavi and his grandfather Bookman move into Freeland and are settling in. Lavi one day comes across Allen a kind tenager at his job. He falls hard. But what happens when a jealous family comes and Bookman finds out about Lavi having feelings? He'll have to choose, being a bookman or being in love?

His hair, either frozen over with snow or is a wonderful grey, like his pools of silver eyes, with a red scar runnning over his eye to for above his eybrow a pentagram. His left hand looked to be blood red. It could be from the cold or from his past. He was like an angel, every feature cold glow white, or giant beautiful wing could pop from his back. My instant name for him was red, because of his arm... but what about thinking outside the box... then i knew White.

It was afternoon, not much sun. Its rays of sunlight couldnt break through the hard sheet of cold air over top of Freeland where my grandfath Bookman and i live. I turn left on Mainstreet and walk down the jagged icy sidewalks. I see the same broken down brown library where i was yesterday. A pole stod next to it with a frosted over american flag that wavered from the icy fingers of the wind.

I walk through the heavy wood door and instantly impacted with the smell of old books or history. Rows of books fill the small libray and in the back of the room leaning his chair against the peeled away paint wall snores away. Mr. Lahtie. He's an old fellow with tuffs of gray hair above his ears and is completely bald on the top. He has prickles of grey hair on his chin showing a not too grown beard. "Mr. Lahtie?" I say standing at his desk "Mr. Lahtie." i say more loudly shaking him. He wakes with a start and i have to reach halfway across the desk to make sure he didnt fall. He stares at me and a warm smile comes to his face. "Lavi. Are you here to help again? What a great kid."i put on my fask of a hyper teen and smile back showing all my fake enthusiasim. He stands and lads me to a stack of books to be put on shelves. I hop to it and grab as many as i can and start to work.

Halfway through my third stack of books i could hear the small ring of a bell that hangs on the door and footsteps going to Mr. Lahtie. I couldnt make out what Mr. Lahtie and the stranger talked about but called me over to his desk. I take the books i havent finished stacking yet and take them with me. when i get to the desk i see the most wonderful person i've ever seen. His hair either frozen or is a wonderful gray, like his pools of siver eyes, with a red scar going over his eye to form a pentagram. His left hand looked blood red. It could be from the cold or from his past. He was like an angel, every feature could glow white, or giant beautiful wings coyld pop out of his back. My instant name for him was red because of his hand... but what about thinking outside the box... Thn i knew. White.