before you can't remember me (sunday)

[AIDEN LEE WREDE]

Peace and quiet, that wasn't something that came often around this place, here at Jackson there were often yelling matches between people with anger issues, the cries of the emotionally scarred, clattering and crashing of those who felt the need to destroy something, or on off days, the screams of crazy people trying to avoid being restrained or sedated. Even in class, you'd hear the occasional clamor, coming from either your room or the one next door, the hallway, the commons, anywhere was fair game. The one place you never heard commotion from was the library, thanks to the OCD (sometimes literally) people who kept it utterly silent. Except for the flipping of the pages that people turned, the soft thud of someone setting down their books and plopping into a chair, or footsteps in between the rows and rows of books, there was little commotion, and it was as if it had been sound-proofed as well, since the noises from the main hall and other rooms were reduced as well. It was like a little capsule of quietude, where people came to get their studying done and maybe even just to find something to read.

Aiden was one of the latter, not the former, digging through the stacks and lines of books for something interesting to read that would keep his mind busy. A few selections had been made, but he wasn't finished, since he hadn't really found anything he could say would capture his attention. Filing through the shelves, browsing the mystery and thriller sections of non-fiction, he had pulled out two books by the same author, Dekker, "House" and "Adam," as well as a thriller he hadn't checked the title of, just the back. Even if he wouldn't start on them here, he'd at least check them out for the time being, along with a few of his study books and things for research paper purposes. Upon finishing the last row of horror and mystery books, he drifted away from the shelves with his little stack of books, a yawn cracking open his jaw and reminding him that sleep may be a better option than reading.

Heading back to the small group of chairs he'd thrown down his bag and notebooks at, he set to work on the remainder of his paper, cracking open the binding of the last shelved copy of an encyclopedia he'd needed for his research. It appeared, for the time being, he was the only one taking advantage of the quiet of the library, but it wasn't surprising, since most people preferred the lime light, and the life that was going on outside the big doors, in the main hallway outside. Classes were dismissed for the day, and most people were still socializing out in the halls or crossing the grounds to head back for their dorms, or going places. Typical Aiden to be somewhere no one else was, not that he minded.

Or maybe it did, but he would be the last to admit he was lonely. Good old pride.

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520ish words. bad quality. /:
length will get to 800+ as the thread gets going i promise.
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