'More people? Just how many people want to go to the library during lunch? Don't they have lives?' Melissa thought to herself as someone else came in. She recognized him as...Trish? No...Trist? Tristan, right. Melissa didn't really remember his name, just his appearance. He was a kind enough boy......

Melissa was busy cooling her head in the corner of the library, her usual smile gone from her face as she rested while the Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture rang in her ears. Having gotten out of her last class early, she decided to make a quick stop to the library for some rest. She should have been goin...