Sometimes I would wonder if life was worth

What other people would believe it would be

But I didn't really know what they meant

By the time I was 14 I was tired of school, I was tired of moving. Tired of the people. I was tired of being home, every time I would get home I was welcomed with constant yelling and glass bottles being thrown at me, near fist fights. I would just leave and hang out some where till he would be too drunk to walk. At the schools, everywhere I would go there would always be someone that resembled another, like a lame role that people would have in those stupid cheesy movies. I was tired of having the teacher try to make me introduce myself to a class of spoiled brats. I had no other way of having to explain. They were all the same. With out even being there a month I could tell who was the lying ones, the ones with the pity friends. The ones that would be one's friend because of the things they had. I saw most of them. But during the lunch break I would notice a girl, when it would get to noisy outside I would take refuge at the old, dull, dusty library. And every time I would walk into there library the girl would be there. Just sitting there.

She would either be sleeping, reading, writing something, or just sitting there. Part of me wanted to talk to her but then I realized I would have to actually talk to her. Have conversations, and get attached. So I would just take a seat across the room and close my eyes, with my arms across my chest. I would stay there all day. The librarians wouldn't really care. And every moment I caught myself falling asleep I would open my eyes and notice, the girl was still sitting there.

It's like she had nothing better to do. She looked like one of those good girls, that would go to class, and do there work. And get average grades. Always following the rules and the dress code.

But, from what I saw, she was skipping class, basically doing nothing all day, just there. Her clothes weren't the lame school's uniform. It was a Batman shirt, that seemed a bit too big for her. And she was wearing headphones, that nearly blended in with her black raven hair. Her eyes shimmered of a blue ocean nite. Her skin was. . . Wait what am I thinking. Why would I pay close attention to someone, and notice every . . .

Everyday I would skip in the library, she would be there, wither I was late or early to school. It seemed like she would be there 24 hours a day. As if she really, really had nothing better to do. Deep in my mind I was thinking, what if she was waiting for something to happen, but realized that no matter how much she would wait nothing was going to happen.

Each day I would see her she had a pattern. Monday was Super Hero shirt day, Tuesday was Video Game Shirt day, Wednesday would be Super Villain shirt day, Thursday would be Band shirt Day, and Friday would always be an adorable Japanese character shirt day. I would notice the accessories she would wear everyday, the necklaces, the braclets, the headphones or headbands. But there was one that she would always wear everyday, One that she never changed, She would wear little blue rose earrings.

I found myself getting more and more curious about what kind of person she could be, of why she would spend all of her hours here when she could be doing something better.

One day,

Before I realized what I was doing I caught myself walking to her. But I stopped myself before it really looked like I was walking towards her. What was I thinking. For all I know I could get attached enough to her for her to hut me more than I could imagine. I just picked up the first book I found, Vampire Kisses, the title seemed like It would be an interesting book to read, is what I thought at the time.

But I didn't realize that this book was the reason

The reason we got to know each other

The main reason of how we met.