First of Oliver III

As usual, I’m at the library. Having a lot of books on my table and reading them one by one.

It’s already time to go home but I don’t want to go home yet because I have no one to welcome me there other than the maids and butlers.

I had never gotten along with my classmates since elementary and I never made real friends so I am always alone with my books during break times.

I am always at my favorite spot here in the library and the librarian is familiar with me because I am frequently here. Books are only my friend here and no one else. No one is trying to get close to me because they are saying that I have an aura that is not so pleasant and I am not noticeable because of my quiet personality.

No one can make me a completely normal person and even my parents think that I am weird. Well me too, I also think myself weird. Who wouldn’t think that I am not weird?

I don’t have a friend and I am not doing the normal things that a normal teenager would do.