Michael walked out onto the lawn. He blinked in the sun, and watched the steam from his breath float into the air and dissapear. Ok, apparantly I took a wrong turn. I was trying to go to the library. He looked around. If you were trying to find the library, then why were you going outside? Said a voice in his mind. 'Just shut-up,' he said. 'It's hard enough being a new kid.' He scowled and looked around.
'Maybe I'll find someone who can help me...'
'Maybe I'll find someone who can help me...'