Moira and Gentry
THUD!! Moira tumbled to the green hard-carpeted ground, head just missing a collision with the how-to section’s bookcase. “Quiet—we’re in a library!” whisper-screamed a lanky seventeen-year-old, holding out his pale hand to his best friend. “Sorry,” apologized the frazzled young woman, taking Gentry’s help up, brushing the dust of the school library’s floor off the back of her brown corduroy trousers.
