Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-28259364-20160112143145/@comment-26509793-20160114220929

Citrine was sat in the corner of the corridor reading a book, his square, taped together glasses slid down his nose, he closed the book and put it in his bag. It was his favourite series by an amazing author 'its name was perfect for the book' he thought and walked down the corridor the words 'unfamiliar familiar' buzzing in his head