`make every second last. [open]

[micheal farrington.]

Micheal was exhausted. He swore he had been running all over Karsun today, trying to get to classes. After all it was his first day. The one thing that he wanted to do was sit down and relax, possibly with a book. So Micheal swung open the door to the library, as quiet as possible of course, and closed it softly behind him. He looked for the bookshelf he could find and started looking for books. He ended up in the history section, lucky him. He quickly switched to the Fiction section and immediately found a science fiction book called The Giver. Micheal had read this book before and loved it, so it couldn't hurt to read it again.

It was almost December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened. No, Wrong word Jonas thought.

Micheal couldn't keep reading, it was too much of how he felt. So he slammed the book shut and bent his head back in the comfy chair he was sitting in, and closed his eyes. Couldn't this day end any sooner?

[.::franKi lewis::.]

Franki always hated looking for research books for his producing class. Why can't they just already have the books? He often thought to himself. He felt like he lived in the library ever since he became a year thirteen. The librarian even knew him by name. After looking at the educational books, he decided to find himself a book to read that didn't have the words 'How To..' on the front cover. He wandered himself over to the science fiction, his personal favorite genre. He glided his fingers over the books, wondering if he would come across something that he might like. Then, he spotted something that caught his eye--'Already Dead' by Charlie Huston. Vampires... He read the back cover to himself. He loved vampire novels such as the Twilight series. As he read the back cover, something moved in his peripheral vision. It was a boy, year ten, eleven maybe? He noticed a book in the boy's hand. He squinted to see the title of the book. 'The Giver' He had never heard of that book before. We wondered if he should talk to the guy. The guy seemed a little disgruntled. Maybe I should just turn and walk away. He thought to himself. He turned to walk away but, he stopped as he heard the guy close the book. He turned around and decided to walk up to the guy. As he approached the guy he said, "Hey, good book?" He waited for the guy to respond.

[micheal farrington.]

He saw that a guy had actually talked to him. Possible friend? Let's watch ladies and gentlemen. "You could say." Micheal said. You could hear his British accent as he spoke. He could never rid of his way of speech, but he really didn't want to let it go. He looked up at the guy that was talking to him. Mike had a few production classes with him, but he couldn't place the name.

He looked down at the book he had in his hand. 'The Giver'. Such a good book, but somehow it always got to Micheal. Making him feel like he was trapped in that world. The world of Sameness, trying to get out. To find color, the Christmas snow at the end of the road. Micheal definitely felt like Jonas. Trying to get out of this world. Where everyone tends to be the same.

Maybe this guy was living the same story as Micheal was. Or maybe he was living his own story. Either way, he could probably relate to this book. If he couldn't, then he was probably one of the people that were like everyone else. The people that could actually fit in. Unlike some people.

[.::franKi lewis::.]

Franki watched the guy speak the few words that he spoke. He seemed a little reluctant and in his own little world. He noticed a small accent in the guy's speech. British maybe? He didn't mind it. Sometimes he felt weird when he talked to people without accents. Since he had a slight irish accent. So, what is the book about? He sat down next to the guy and pulled up the sleeves of his navy blue silk shirt. He wondered what his name was. I'm Franki, by the way. He smiled at the guy and held out his hand for the guy to shake. He waited for the guy to say something back to him. He wondered what was bothering him. Was the book that moving or was it something completely different? He started hoping he would soon find out. Maybe he would eventually become friends with this new person.

[micheal farrington.]

"About a boy that is trying to get out of a world of Sameness. The world is perfect, there is no trouble, everyone acts perfect. But there is a person in this community called the Receiver, and he knows what it is like in the outside world, so he tells Jonas, the main character, and he tries to get there. But he dies in the process." Micheal said firmly. He could always here his accent for some reason, but even more than usual as he stated those sentences. He looked own again at the book in his hand and sighed. Could it be even more of how he feels?

He heard the guys words and smiled. "Hey Franki, my name is Micheal. Nice to meet you." Micheal said taking the guy's hand and shaking it. After two seconds he took his hand away, resting it on the book that he had at his side. He looked down at the cover, seeing the old man staring into nothing. It was sad, really, but wasn't most things in life? It was how most people acted. Like life was so tragic that it wasn't worth living anymore. They were so wrong.

[.::franKi lewis::.]

Franki found the book to sound interesting but a bit depressing. A perfect world? He often wondered what a perfect world was like. Being the son a close-to-millionare he kinda knew what it was like and he hated it. He was expected to act one way and talk one way and practically live one way. He hated pressure and that was definitely pressure. That is why he wanted to attend Karsun Academy, so he could get away and learn about the one thing he loved -- film.Do you mind if I read this? He was suddenly eager to read the book about perfect life. He decided he would try to cheer up the seemingly sad Micheal. So, haven't I seen you in some of my production classes? He was trying to decide which classes they had together.

[micheal farrington.]

"Go right ahead." He said handing the book to Franki. He didn't mind that he read it, maybe he would recognize the perfect world. He had then realized that he had seen Fraki more then once. On TV. Well his father was. He was some rich guy. Like the world needed anymore. "Probably." He said sarcastically. Meaning that there were so many classes that they were probably going to cross paths one way or another. Micheal sat up a little more in his chair. Trying to look the least bit presentable. Even though he wasn't one for that kind of stuff, he could at least try right?

Micheal looked at Franki again. He could definitely recognize him now. It seemed they crossed paths once or twice. Who knew. He just had deja vu every single time he looked at the guy. He couldn't tell before, but now the deja vu signal was coming strong. "Don't I already know you?" He asked curiously. Maybe it was from one of the times in Micheal's life when he got drunk and decided to pick fights with people. But he couldn't remember most of them. That was the problem.

[.::franKi lewis::.]

Franki took the book from Micheal. Thanks. He said to the guy. He pondered over where he saw the "new" kid. He looked familiar but where exactly did he see him? Franki had been known to attend a lot of parties. He loved parties, although, he wasn't much of a fast dancer or drinker. He did like sophisticated drinks, though. His father never left the spirits cabinet locked. He trusted his son and the truth was, he didn't care if his son drank. Franki knew his own limits and would never ever go over them.

Then, he remembered where he had previously seen Micheal. It was at a party. He remembered Micheal was a little to tipsy and Franki tried escorting to a cab to send him home but, Micheal had other plans. He didn't want to leave the party so he became somewhat physical with Franki leaving him with no choice but to become physical too. Yeah, now I remember you. He chuckled at the memory. Franki very rarely held grudges. We were in a fight, once, remember? I can't actually remember which party it was though. He waited for Micheal's reaction.