Observation 3- Jumping to conclusions- ages 15-19

With this piece I want to show the readers that they shouldn't judge a person solely based on their appearance. Just because they look a certain way it doesn't mean they are not something more on the inside.

Jay flipped open his cell phone allowing the luminous glow of the screen to light up his face. He had exactly one hour to spend in the library during his spare. His eyes wandered around the room at the empty seats around him. Others had only started to file in now, taking seats in the back or near the enormous windows that provided brilliant light for the entire library. Something about it being so quiet made him uneasy. The constant suspicious glares thrown at him by the librarians only added to the matter.

He quickly turned on the computer screen and typed his student number and password; his eyes occassionally looking down at the keyboard. In less than a minute, the screen changed from royal blue to sea- foam green and the desktop applications restored themselves. He lightly placed his hand on the mouse and moved it around, testing its response on the screen. Satisfied with its effortless roaming, he shot the little, white arrow to the internet explorer icon. When he double clicked it seemed to echo through the empty room.

Lifting his hand to his face, he began tapping his finger on his chin, contemplating what to search for. His eyes drifted to the side and he caught the librarian giving him another look. A slight smile spread across his lips, as though he was expecting it. His low- hanging pants and lack of uniform shirt would have any faculty member a bit suspicious and he knew that. The red baseball hat he wore earlier rested in his lap and out of view of the librarian. He finally put his hand down and his fingers began to type. The librarian then made her way towards his desk with a frown. She was there to make sure he was doing something productive, Jay knew that for sure. No body ever trusted him. She leaned over his shoulder and looked at his screen only to see that he was, in fact, doing something productive. Instead of Facebook or youtube, Jay was on the Toronto Sun home page reading about genocide in Cambodia. He looked up at the librarian and noticed her embarrassed expression. She had jumped to conclusions, but it didn't bother him. That was the story of his life.