January 2nd, Monday 

                                                                                   The Lone

                                                                                      12:13

Everton High School is most well known for it's predigree and prestige as it educates some of the richest children in the world but more than that it is the oldest post war high school in the entire country. That by itself came with a sense of being sent back in time as the buildings were built with a sense of disregard to the cost of charm and efficeny. It was built whole heartidly with the idea of beauty and function. Solaforma recognizes this as she walks down the aspen tree lined pathway to the library. 

Solaforma enjoys reading books, whether the book is a graphic novel, a fantasy or even her textbook she enjoys it all. This is yet another miniscule thing she cares for on her short list of things she will show any emotion to.

Rushing past the long trail of trees she halts in front of a pair of crystal clear glass doors that are lined in brilliant shimmering gold. These two doors are the doors that lead to the schools desolate, discluded library.

The library is the oldest building on campus being nearly two hundred years old with endless rows of books that even she wouldn't finish within her four short years at Everton. She tenderly grabs the gold spiral handle of the manual doors and pulls it opens to enters the large two story library. Just like everything else in the school, the library is elegant, prim and pristine. Velvet emerald green seats are in a neat set of five rows each having a complimentary row that faces one another. To her right was the librarian who was sitting in a circular reception desk which shimmered red under the libraries huge glass dome. She pays Solaforma no attention as she types away at the holo computer which shines a slight hue of blue. 

Solaforma glances up at the immaculate glass dome that reveals the depressing gray smog covered sky, she turns her attention to the upstairs where its pitch black, its because the giant windows are covered. She looks under the balcony that lines the second story, every single window is covered on the second story by heavy velvet curtains. It is no surprise. The library rarely receives any visitors. She knows that's because everything is no longer physical, any book or information ever needed is only a few clicks and swipes away. Why would anyone need old books that can not be updated with new information?

Solaforma passes the librarian making her strides slightly larger as she directs her attention to the gold spiral staircase that leads to the second story. The first step onto the cold metal releases a squeak that pierces the sacred silence. The sound makes the librarians head swivel in her direction. Solaforma awkwardly gives a calm nod before hastily skipping the steps. She grabs the banister and it's a bitter cold that bites her core. She shivers softly from the feeling. 

She releases a breath as both her feet touch upon the deep green carpet of the second floor.

The second story is dark and desolate, making it impossible to find a book if it were in one of the endless rows of identical wooden bookshelves.

She crosses one of the shelves that stand eight feet tall. Every inch of the wooden frame is filled to the brim with neat organized books. It is a strange puzzle that someone twisted enough tried to create, almost like they wanted you to make a mess out of the books. Or maybe they knew that these hundreds of books would never be looked at again. So many books that were of zero value now that everything was online.

Solaforma carefully glides down the long dark isles her finger tips tracing the rough canvases of the books spine. She falls into the darkness her hand her guide until the shelf ends and she almost collides with a chair. She grabs hold of its back cautiously reaching for the next chair as she inhales slow breaths of the dusty air and the stale smell of starchy paper. She reaches forward finally finding the smooth fabric of a velvet curtain.

The wood beneath her creaks in agony as she clumsily leans forward to grab a fist full of the soft cold material. She stretches her hand into the vast darkness and finds the material. She clasps the fabric into her hand then pulls it back faster than she intends. Blinding light more brilliant than the library’s study lamps cascades into the third isle of the second floor. She closes her eyes for a moment then forces them open to blink away the bright light. As her eyes struggle to adjust she settles down upon a window seat that is wrapped in more red velvet and embroidered in golden thread just as beautiful as the day it must have been reupholstered.

She leans against the white window sill looking out the crystal clear window to the bare trees outside. They remind her of skeletons, naked and rattling as they softly blow through the small winter breeze. She thoughtfully turns away to rummage through her satchel once again. She pulls her book out of her bag along with a notebook that she kept neatly organized with an array of yellow sticky notes. She kindly rubs the edge of one of the fluorescent tabs before flipping to her English Language Arts section that had pre-written notes from two weeks before when she first finished the course story. Now she was rereading the book grasping a complete idea on everything down to nearly every comma and period.

This is her everyday life, school, library, school, home. A wonderful cycle that seemed to have no close end. A wonderful cycle that she refuses to have any other way because she wasn't ever prepared for change.

Change was unpredictable, cruel, merciless but she knows it is also the essence of life. Although she is never prepared for change she will never ignore it. If it commands her corporation she has no choice but to obey.

 She hears the sound of the down stairs door open she jerks her head up just as the sound of a group of rambunctious boys enter the library. Noise isn't a problem for her, she typically just ignores the obnoxious pubescent teen boys that always made unnecessary noises but she was still human and held the instinct to take in her surroundings. She slowly lowers her book as she turns her head away from the window. A long shadow of her head stretches across the green carpet as she rises to her feet. She fondly places her book onto the smooth velvet before gliding away from the firm window seat to the golden balcony.

She leans a hand onto the cold steel as she stares down at the librarian who is impatiently snapping her fingers.

It takes two snaps before the boys notice. “Gentleman!” The old woman with starch white curly hair snarls.

A boy with black hair, fair skin and a crooked smile steps forward. “So sorry.” He smiles so genuinely no one would doubt his sincerity. “We'll be quieter now.” He says slowly pushing his black rimmed glasses higher.

The boys look back to one another lowering their voices only slightly as they continue shuffling across the carpet to the study tables. Solaforma watches for only a moment before the boy with black hair looks up to her in surprise then gives a kind smile that could light up any room much like Dizajner's.

The boy's name is Nabi Chang-Gyun, the Student Body President, most likely to be valedictorian, soccer and swim captain of the varsity teams, Dizajners boyfriend and Ansidara Tore's best friend since who knew when.

She calmly stares at his welcoming smile without the slightest hint of expression. She knows the blank stare sent shivers down his spine, she knew it did with most people and yet his smile does not falter.

She barely nods her head in a small hello while he forces his charming smile even wider barley showing teeth then gives a polite wave.

He then turns away giving his friends his full undivided attention.

"You're saying hi to Solaforma Inulustris?" One whispheres not so quietly. 

Another chimes in. "That girl acts like she's not human."

"Come on," Nabi chuckles. "She's not that bad."

One sighs as Solaforma walks away from the balcony. "She's never reacted in any way to anything."

"She's from another planet." Another mumbles as she makes her way back to the window sill. 

This was her simple life, a continuous loop, a never ending cycle that she truly believes will never end. Sadly she is wrong for this is only the beginning of her whole world turning inside out and flipping upside down.