Youth is the prime of one's life.
It's a season of exhilarating adventures and explorations. Hanging out with friends after school, dining in a cute café on the way home, basking underneath the setting sun – the list could go on forever.
Yet, for one certain ash-haired bookworm, not only did she used to label them as trifling, but she now considered them far-fetched as well.
Instead of spending her time leisurely, Eli found herself roped into some kind of hygiene management duties, sweeping the already squeaky clean floor of Canaan Private Academy's humongous library.
Dusting away some invisible speckles was probably more trifling than hanging out with friends. Although she didn't mind the company of books and a fellow human, she disrelished the extra domestic work that came with it.
