Charlette's P.O.V.
"Hi," I looked up and saw a girl with red hair tied in a high burn with to lose stands on either side of her face standing beside my chair.
"Hi," I greeted her back and look at her questioningly.
"Are you Charlotte Carter from Sunrise High School, Atlanta?" she asked me timidly.
"Yes, I am," I answered her calmly, but looked at her with the same gaze.
She squealed aloud in delight, earning a low growl and a hard stare from the librarian.
The girl immediately mouthed sorry to her while giving an apologetic expression and looked back at me with the same delight expression that she had on her face earlier.
I was also startled by her squeal but brushed it off as a momentarily delight which teenagers show sometimes.
"You are more beautiful than I saw you in recording
