"Cold, cold, cold, cold. This is ridiculous!" I seethed, dropping my books in the snow.

     "NO!" My cries were pitiful, but luckily there was almost no one to hear me. My efforts to pick up the now damp books were admirable but futile. Now my knees were cold and wet, and my long, brown, curly hair was collecting mud from the bare patches of earth.

     "Need help?" Someone asked form behind me.

     "Duh." I mumbled sourly under my breath, but I was silenced immediatly by a pair of deep brown eyes.

     "Um, hello." I choked as I watched him collect my books into his arms.

     "Hey." He replied with a hint of a laugh. When we finished clearing the ground of my books, he took the books in my arms and began walking towards the library.

     "Those are mine!" I called, sounding a little shocked. No one had ever carried my books for me before, and no one had ever been so persistantly kind either.

     "Well then come and get them." He teased, and with that he entered the library.