Writing

Seth walked into the library without knowing where he was really going. When he finally noticed he was in the library he turned back. The only time he ever visited the library was to sleep or when he had to for homework. But usually then he had someone else get the books for him if they were planning on going.
He turned ack quite abruptly on his heel that he tripped and bumped into a table. When he caught his balance, his face red with embarassment, he said to the girl at the tasble, "Oh er, my bad. Sorry," as he carefully walked away he thought of the girl thne turned back "Hey. WHat are you writting. See, i'm always curious why people come to the library in the first place..."

"Seth Woodson," he replied back. "Stories, really? Huh. I can't really write so good. Then again, I never did give it a try....My friends Beatrice and keira-well there friedns then i met Keira and found out she was friends with bea-they like to write alot."

"Oh well Beatrice writes about....Like..Well basically what all of us here are living. Sortof a magic school. Kinda like harry potter. And Keira writes great romance novels. I don't read em much but people say they are wonderful."

"Ah," Seth said. "man. I never would've thought I'd be having a good convo in 'the library'. No offense, you being here alot apparently. Just not my thing."