For the next 15min I tried, I might add unsuccessfully to make him leave me alone. I tried to be nice and subtle but this guy was just not taking the hint. I wasn't raised to be rude or nasty so telling him directly to go away wasn't an option. What a chatterbox. I think I knew more about him and his life than his own house Doctor knew him. It was as though he was explaining his symptoms and he expected me to make a judgment and diagnose him. Apparently, his name is James and he classifies himself as a nerd. Very stereotypical, you know glasses, anime, games, lots of snacks, and his family life. Yeah, I wasn't gonna go there. I figured he might be an only child and just had so much pent-up excitement about talking to someone his age that the word vomit just wouldn't stop. So I gave up on the prospect of continuing to read my book. And if you were wondering where Mary had been this entire time, she was sitting right next to me reading her book, completely unfazed by James and his everlasting chatter. I was so jealous of her in that moment. I looked over at her for any assistance, any indication that she would jump into the conversation and relieve me of my suffering. I got nothing. I was so relieved when a few seconds later the bell rang and I could be freed.
If you think that this was the last time this would happen, I confess it wasn't. On Thursday the sky had completely cleared and the sun was beating down on us once again. I didn't mind the rain or getting soaked every now and then. Our summer seasons are the rainy ones and it is nice to not get scorched every day. I figured James would not be in the library the following day due to his previous word vomit session and might be too embarrassed to be seen there for a while. Boy was I wrong. As if on queue he was there sitting across from me again as soon as I had grabbed the book I had been planning to read the previous day. I immediately turned in my tracks and put the book back on the shelf. It just wasn't worth getting my hopes up again. For the next 45 minutes, I listened to him go on and on again. I couldn't believe one person could have so much to say. I have a confession, he wasn't as annoying as the day before but this could be due to the fact that I didn't plan on opening my book today. And where was Mary? Still sitting right next to me buried in her book, I was still so jealous. Oh well.
It was finally Friday and I was hoping to get some reading done over the weekend. My ritual of reading during lunch had been rudely interrupted for most of the week and was likely to happen again today, and I was looking forward to the catchup, I knew this was unlikely as both my mother and father would be elsewhere occupied and I would have to look after and entertain my siblings all weekend. Wishful thinking, perhaps I could continue my book after I put them to bed? As Mary and I entered the library I was relieved to see that we were the only two people there. I scrambled for the shelf where I had found the book I was curious about, I'm not sure If I am allowed to name the title but let's just say that this book is not a book your typical 16-year-old student would pick out for some light reading material. It is about a millionaire with an obsession to reunite with his former lover and he hosts some very extravagant parties. I started reading, figuring I might get in a few pages before James came over, but he never showed. I only realized this when I heard the bell ring. I decided to take the book home with me so I checked it out and if I could find the time to read it this weekend I would continue, if not I could just bring it back on Monday, no harm.