Except for the shuffling of my feet, the only sounds in the library were the turning of pages, typing on the keyboards, and quiet scribbling of pencils. Today, the activities in the library grew unnaturally high, yet I stood alone.

My bag weighed heavily on my shoulders, as I stared at the table Itra and I usually sat in. Crazily enough, no one still came here. Instead, it remained vacant, despite the quiet clamoring around it. Only a small little note made its presence on the table.

“I’m terribly sorry, again,” the note read, “but today, I have to go to Mr. Hue’s classroom for a problem I’ve been having there.”

It then continued on to say, “That doesn’t mean you can slack off today though, repeat the process we did on Saturday on your second paragraph.”

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At the very bottom of the page, I found, “I’m sorry I couldn’t respond to your email yesterday, but I would have loved to go on a meeting with you.”

Once I finished reading the note, I noticed another paper next to it. On it, I saw a dissection of another paragraph, one made by Itra. It showed examples of what to look out for and what I should be using.

“Ah, I see,” I whispered to myself, “thank you, Itra.”

She didn’t abandon me, because of what I did on Saturday. I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. But, another side of me still wanted to know what was bothering her.

“I still have to help you though,” I finished talking to myself, and I turned to leave the library.

…And then I completely forgot about rewriting that second paragraph.