School is for minnows and lanternfish

This is stupid.
There were so many things she ought to be doing that didn't involve being cooped up in a library shuffling through dusty old manuscripts. She could be outside roaming the woods, or hanging out with a few friends, or meddling with the teacher's drinks...
Instead here she was. Peering lazily at a pile of textbooks stacked before her, books about math and science and magic and English and who knows what else. She swallowed.
This was not how she'd planned to spend her evening.
With a reluctant sigh Summer leafed open the first book she'd begrudgingly picked out. Squiggles of algebra and equations leaped before her eyes (okay, maybe she did need to start paying attention in class because she had no idea what the heck this was all about); glaring at the small text and long, oh so achingly long pages, Summer finally sighed. It was too much. She was never going to understand it.
It was times like this she wished she had a useful power; maybe something like a photographic memory, or an endless supply of knowledge. Oh! Or maybe the power to read people's minds! Then she could cheat all she wanted! Really, how was sprouting cat ears and talking to kittens going to help her in exams? Or in life in general?
Gee, all this hard work's making me thirsty! I'll come back in five minutes or something. I'm sure I'll get it then!
Summer hated how quiet the library was. She just wanted to shout, to fill it with something other than the quiet steps of other visitors and the imaginary chirping of crickets! Stomping loudly through an isle, Summer was about to take her leave - she might be able to get away with sneaking out - when she spotted a short boy, reaching desperately for a book with a...lantern-pole-thingy? Oh, now this was interesting!
Before he could pull the book down, Summer popped up before him (as she had an unexpected habit of doing) and leaned comfortably against the shelf. "Hey," she said, with a flash of a smile. "Whatcha doing? Need help?" She wasn't exactly a genius when it came to observing a situation - indeed, it was rather obvious what the boy was doing and that he had it under some sort of control. But Summer wasn't one to use her head before speaking. It was rather evident in many situations, such as this.
"Oh, I know!" And before he could even muster a reply she was onto a different topic, hopping excitedly from foot to foot. "Are you reading a comic? I love comics! Let's see - huh! Aww...it's only a textbook. B-O-R-I-N-G! Did the teachers make you study too? Cool lantern by the way! It's so pretty!"

"Eek!" As if to add to her piercing loudness, when the books toppled from their shelves Summer shrieked and stumbled back. Unaware of how her own obtrusion had caused the cacophony, she looked curiously up at the shelf and frowned; "I wonder what did that...think it's a ghost?"

Well, it didn't matter. Because it seemed Summer had to already forgotten the 'library ghost fiasco' (as she would come to call the mystery) and was instead looking much more intently at the boy's lantern; what once was beautifully green had formed back into a book. She'd never seen something like that before. It was strange, and she couldn't help wondering just what deep powers lay beneath its surface.

Leaning down to help him pick up the scattered books, Summer continued on. "Chemistry huh? You must me smart. I never do my homework!" She stifled a sigh and, placing her stack back on the shelves (rather untidily but it would do) Summer finally focused her full attention on the boy before her.

He was one of the quiet types. She liked those kinds of people; they were always so flighty and funny! It was always amusing to tease them. "I'm Summer! What's your name?"

The sound of steps interrupted them. Like a true master of stealth Summer's catlike reflexes kicked in; she pressed herself back against the shelf, eyes narrowed, measuring breathing, and peered around the corner. As if summoned only by instinct her ears popped out, and twitched; someone was coming, and they weren't far away; just a few shelves lay between them in fact. From the heavy steps she thought that it must be a librarian, but it wasn't exactly certain. With a decisive nod she shook away her ears and smiled at Nam Il. "Come on," she whispered, quiet for the first time, "let's get outta here!"