Eddward, or Double D as he was known, pushed open the glass door of the library He wore a crisp red shirt over a black long-sleeved shirt, and three-quarter jeans to reveal red trainers. With three books tucked under his right arm, and his lucky beanie swinging precariously from his head, he tilted his head to check the time on his wrist. Ah, excellent. He still had about twenty minutes until class started. He exited the main building in search of a comfortable tree in which he could seek haven and immerse himself in literature until the bell sounded. He had picked up the complete works of Shakespeare and was avidly looking forward to indulging in the implicitly wonderful language that was ingenious for its time.
He was in the tenth grade, and he couldn't be more pleased with himself. He was the most academically outstanding student in the entire state, bringing some notability to the quaint Peach Creek (save his poor physical education, which he had thwarted for about