Damn, another nosebleed. I clap my hand over my nose to stop the bleeding. Why would that stop a nose bleed? All I'm doing is getting blood on my hand. The blood leaks off my fingers and drips to the just cooled summer pavement. What's the use? I move my hand and whatch it drip off the tip of my nose. Why did this have to happen now? I'm already ten minutes late. Diane's gonna kill me. It's almost completly dark. Damn, damn, damn! My part time job at the library is nice because the only thing I love more than reading is being invisible, and quiet. All of which i get at the library. No one usually comes in, so I just read the whole time. Today I lost track of time. Again. By now I've left quite a pool of blood on the pavement. Mabey I should've at least moved to the grass. Oh well. It wont do much good now. It's just starting to slow.
"Are you alright?" I gasp and spin around, only to gasp again.