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Shari laughed, quietly. "Plenty of time to lose interest. But with all the interesting and funny characters in the stories, I doubt I would. But still, the quality of my stories aren't too good."

The younger girl stuck her index into the air, tryin to make a point. "The reason why I like mystery is that I like keeping the plot secret, leaving the readers clueless, and try to find out the answers. Leave a bunch of clues in the story for them to pick up and work out. Some books show their villians, everything before it comes to the climax. Mystery is good because it keeps a sense of wanting to read on, wanting to know what happens next. Wanting to know if they are correct. And mysteries aren't always about detectives and murder stories, ya know that?" she chuckled after saying this.

"Good books, eh? Try any of Eoin Colfer books if you like juvenile fictions as I do. They have reasonable action, and lovely sarcasm. That was makes the characters so lovable. Or the Harry Potter series, enough description and captivating storyline."

She closed one eye, "For me, I try for realistic goals; I keep thinking rational, it's not funny. My friend says I'm pessimistic, and normally, most of my guesses usually turn on the downside. So it's hard to be an optimist. I have goals: to finish this, and learn how to snap," she ended the cheery sentence with an unaudiable snap that wasn't even classified as a snap.

"We can meet sometime later. Sorry for distracting you," she admitted sheepishly. She tapped on her computer keyboard's side, thinking of what to say. Her curious side, though, persuaded her to ask, " What are you studying? Do you think I can help?"

She smirked slightly; how would a fourteen year old help someone who's already eighteen? "Or, well, we can meet up later on, I can finish up editing this, and then we can meet up at the lounge or something."

'Heredity... I can learn something from that.'

"Sayoonara, then." She waved a goodbye at her, smiling. The prospects of a friendship might be on the horizon. She really had fun talking. In fact, back at home, she never spoke more than three sentences, and that was to insert an opinion. She liked the one-on-one moment that she had.

She turned to the scolding librarian, smirked sheepishly, and went back to her typing, and editing, as if the meeting had not happened.

However, on the inside, she rolled and mulled over the thoughts in her head. Her first friend, maybe.