-bullshit in the cafe and nothing else-

her grandmother had given her about 150 dollars of allowance, but agtha refused to accept, freya was a great grandmother, but her month-end allowances were too high for the girl to accept. She didn't even have expenses, why so much? since she became an orphan and started living in the house, the poor lady has spent more than she has, taking on the responsibility of looking after poor Agtha. The minimum to do was not to demand too much, so as not to disturb.

The girl was disgusted, and sad too. she always had these feelings ... Since ...

usually when something disturbed her, she would sit on the edge of the bridge that led to the canal near her home, and throw stones into the water. The noise of sneezing was comforting.

Her birthday was due the next day, but there were usually no parties. He didn't like it. on her birthdays there was no joy ever ... seven beautiful birthdays she had spent alone and sad, and planning this would be the eighth .

Agtha had a friend, she was neither popular nor different, just normal. He understood her, gave interesting advice, left the girl in a very good comfort zone and maybe he was her adventure partner. And it seemed that today he was late, it was not the custom for that to happen. he dared not be late many times ...

ten minutes late, the young man arrives euphoric, and exhausted.

-I ... I missed my bus

by the face, he must have run more than three blocks because of that. and it looked like he was dying of tiredness.

Agatha smiles and mumbles:

- come on, you lazy, who told you stay up late watching the hockey game

and smiles

- don't stress me out, I know you just didn't watch it either because your grandma would talk until you got no ear- says Atreus between a crooked smile

Agtha could not deny that he had a little "crush" by atreus

He felt in the clouds near the boy, and it was so good ... but she could not tell him, as atreus reageria?maybe that laugh from her face, or worse, the mockery. or he would do what she really wants ...

a small smile escapes her lips and realize atreus

- what was - he asks

Agtha quickly disguises and recompose, and then immediately punches him on the shoulder

- Ouch! that hurts! will get back

- will not sissy! - she screams and goes down the street towards the school, passing in front of the small corner bars

atreus noticed the discomfort of agtha, about his birthday, but he chose not to say anything. she soon gets up again, it always happens.

On the way to school, there was an old library, white facade and estremamente old but that for some reason, was the site most visited by agtha. the girl had read over one hundred books, and she certainly was not going to stop there. the place was interesting, thought Atreus. There was something else in that place that the boy couldn't say what it was ... but he knew there was.

Inside the state school, it was a very troubled environment, graffiti with bad taste and riot was common every day. but agtha was used to living in that strange and at the same time horrible world in a way. It was like she was part of it, and all the noise about it.

rushing to his office, Atreus says goodbye and disappears with the crowd of students wrapped up in their shifts, leaving Agtha alone, in the noisy corridor.

- ok, no Panic, no Panic Agatha.

She thinks, holding tight to the edges of her blouse checkered.

it wasn't like any of it was new, it was just a bad feeling that I felt every time I passed that place.

later, after hitting the end of classes, the girl went and ran to her comfort zone, her sacred environment ... the library. the air of the place was different, it always was. and the sweet, gentle perfume of the receptionist was in the atmosphere at all times, like a repulsive but addictive virus.

passing the initial portal and facing the reception desk, Agtha waves to the lady Olga, and infiltrates the middle of the bookshelves, hungry for stories and more stories.

she didn't even wait for Atreus to accompany her to the place. it was the strength of habit, it never changed, it always had the same routine, since when Freya mugged her for the first time.

how small it was ... so young but thirsty for reading. his favorites were about mythologies, especially the Norse. the way the shuffling happened, and the traditions of cultural games among these people, was incredible.

say that at this time that card games appeared, especially ... Mimir's deck.

according to the Nordic people, after Odin plucked Mimir's left eye, he cut 3 strips of Mimir's own skin and turned them into small playable cards of something similar to a deck of cards conventional

this and other legends held Agtha for hours and hours in that simple and dull corner of the old library.

Atreus appears euphoric again, but this time it was wet.

- you're a damn- and punches Agtha in the shoulder

-ow!

-did you think you were going to run away from me? next time it will be much stronger, you sissy

they both laugh simultaneously

-look Atreus, it seems that new books have arrived

Agatha points to a new box that was on the floor, next

-ah, here you come again with this story of mythologies and blah blah blah

-Hey! you also read with me, you beast, why are you complaining now?

he snorts and lets out a breath

-before, long before - and I sit next to her

he didn't reveal it, but what he liked to do the most when he was with Agtha was to observe his little details

his hair was a beautiful light brown, his skin was white with spots Bejes, and his eyes were brown, too, but light.

for the boy, it was all a perfection, he didn't even need books to distract himself with time. little passion that he decided to abandon a while ago, when Agtha had her first boyfriend, a popular but terribly irritating guy.

Atreus could not stand it, but he never said a single word to Agtha about his friendly, jealousy.

quickly pulling a pair of scissors out of his backpack, Agtha dashes towards the box in which it is in the chaoy, Atreus despairs

-NO, ARE YOU GETTING MAD?

she smiles and mumbles

-relax, it's just books, nobody will care

which is somehow not wrong, but Atreus remembers very well what happened once, in which she also acted as a curious without control.

-but what if ... - he starts talking, but it was too late

the girl had already ripped the sticker that said "fragile" and stuck her hands inside to get the contents.

- eae, what's inside? are they really books?

Agatha doesn't respond, and just looks inside the box

-but ... what would that be?