>you are Sterling
>you're sitting cross-legged on your bed, head resting comfortably in the crevices of your hands
>there was literally nothing to do around the house
>Mom and Dad were out too
>you look at your growing pile of books and sigh
"Time to return these, I suppose."
>with a little motion, you hop up and stretch
>the books are neatly organized in a corner
>you read all of them way too fast for your own liking
>there didn't seem to be any content you could truly enjoy at a nice pace
>you blow the dust off the top of the pile and lift
>with focus, you slip the 6-book pile into a bag
>easy peezy
>holding the handle now, you head to the library
>there's a moment's pause where you want to invite Hope along, but you realize it'd be all for naught
>the library isn't far, really
>just across town
>the selection inside was pretty stupendous as well
>the smorgasboard of genres gave a little education boner
>...hey, not in public!
>you look up at the huge structure before you
>it always blew your mind that Twilight got to live here
>you knock lightly, the sweet voice of Twilight responding
>"Who is it?"
"It's Sterling. I need more books in my young life."
>the door swings open
>it always did
>you learned to keep a safe distance by now
>Twilight stands there, smiling at you
>"Come in, please!"
>you oblige and glance around, trying to think of want to peruse this week
"Have any suggestions, Twilight? I've been blowing through books lately."
>"I have a few."
>you blink and look around
>Twilight hadn't said a word
>her daughter had entered the room, holding a small stack of pancakes
>she sets it down and begins fingering the spines of the books
>she plucks one here and there, but they're all oddly thin
>she hands them to you
>"Try those. They should slow you down at least a little."
>you look down at the new pile, then back up at Twilight's daughter
>she smiles warmly and offers a hand
>"I've seen you a ton at school, but we've never officially met. I'm Glimmer."
>you shake her hand excitedly
"I'm Sterling."
>"Very nice to meet you, Sterling."
>she turns around and picks up her pancakes
>"I'll see you in school, right?"
"Right!"
>she smiles and walks off, her hips bouncing like basketballs
>uh oh
>you take that last thought and move it to the recycling bin
>then incinerate the bin
>unkempt mind was the first step to the lengthy downfall to alcoholism and much more
 
>as you sat in bed, night light turned on low just for reading, you open the first book
>you breeze right through the first three chapters, but something intriguing happens in the fourth
>the author begins writing in a deviant way, making you cross your legs
>your little boy penis wasn't ready