DENVER’S POV
“But I really need to take the book home.” Steven whined
“I’m sorry. We can’t give you that book.” I told Stevens a fifteen year old boy who was apparently a frequent visitor at the library.
“But why?” He asked me with a frown on his freckled face.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Because Mrs Stewart said so.”
“But i come to the library everyday.” He whined. “Doesn’t that count? Shouldn’t that make me special? The library would be nothing without me. Mrs Stewart knows that.”
I was beginning to get very very pissed off. Stevens wanted a book and before Mrs Stewart left, she had given me a list of people to refuse when they requested to take a book home.
Steven was one of them, his name was written at the top of the list. In fact it was written in large bold capital letters
