She has always been alone, if you exclude her grandpa and books of course.
He has always been surrounded by people, never mind them not being good for him.
One little mistake at fifteen has brought him to her stomping ground.
She's a bibliophile...
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"Young man, what do you think you're doing?" The owner of the bookstore raised a brow, for an old man he is quite intimidating.
I couldn't find the words to answer him.
My friends dared me to steal something from here, anything. If I were a bit smarter I would've chosen to steal a bookmark.
But no, idiot me chose to steal a whole ass book.
"No answer?" He placed his hands on his hips, "okay, I'll just have to call the police then." He shrugged.
"No," I exclaimed. "I'll do anything, just please don't call the police." I begged. I can't have another altercation with them, it's been an eventful month. Plus coach won't let me play if he found out.
"Anything?"
I nodded vigorously.
"Okay," the old man smirked.
And that's how I, someone who definitely doesn't read, ended up working in a bookstore.
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Hey, hi, hello.
How are you?
So this is the prologue, it's very short, I know, but the next chapter is the first one and that's when the story really picks up the pace.
