“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”

I knew it was a stupid question, but who knows? Mrs. Bea scoffed before responding “The sun is an inaminate object of course it does not get lonely”

I felt my face grow red and hot. The class snickered behind me. I would rather sink into a hole than sit in this cramped, sweat stenched classroom. To my relief, the bell rings right on time.

I decided to head to the library. Mom wouldn’t mind, she’ll be too obsorbed in her new boyfriend to even notice.

The sun doesn’t get lonely so why was I so convinced it does?

The familiar friendly face of Ms. Walley greeted me as I walked in. Her bright smile almost blinding. “Good Evening Ms. Seace!”

I smiled and continued walking. Where would books about the sun be? Maybe with the nonfiction? Yes! There it is! A book titled “The sun”

I opened to the first page my heartbeat pounding and my face holding the widest grin imaginable. There the words etched across the page read:

“The sun is an inaminate object, it absolutely does not have feelings.”