Michaela
The din of hundreds of students all talking at once is almost enough to make me scream.
Thalia gets up and waves to me from a table in the corner. I head over to her, grateful that I don"t have to spend too long looking for her.
"Why is it so loud in here?" I moan as I dump my bag on the table. "I thought this was supposed to be a library?"
"It is."
"Then why is there so much noise?"
She frowns. "Why wouldn"t there be? We"re not on one of the quiet floors."
"There are quiet floors?" I echo.
Thalia lets out a light laugh. "You haven"t been here before, have you?"
"I haven"t had time," I admit sheepishly.
"How have you been doing all of your reading for classes without this place?"
"Mostly ebooks," I respond, taking a seat and pulling out my laptop. I press the on button
