Altair was busy studying from books that intrigued him the most in the library. It was his way of clearing things that bothered him, such as earning a reputation of being too cautious, a nerd, teacher's pet, or even a "fun-sucker" in the words of other students. At first he didn't really care too much about such things, but after being teased almost on a daily basis it starts to hurt and eat away at you. Sometimes he wished he could be more like the other students; bold, laid back, and humorous.<br/><br/>He often watched the other students from afar who always seemed to be having a great time. They played games, told jokes, shared each other's company, and were there for each other in a time of crisis. He yearned for those experiences, most of his memoriesdidn't reflect any of that...and he despised himself for it.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why am I the way that I am?</span>Was a constant question he asked himself.<br/><br/>A low rumbling noise from his stomach reawakened him to reality. Altair put the books back on the shelf and went downstairs to go to the cafeteria.