Henry sighed as he walked down the street. He kept his head down and the waves of his blonde hair curtained down to cover a good portion of his face. The round frames of his glasses kept his eyes obscured as well and he liked to think that this made him invisible. It also made it very hard to see. As good as he was at moving by sound and periphery vision as he was, Henry still managed to avoid people by only millimeters.

He clutched a pile of reference books to his chest like a wall between him and the rest of the world. Somehow, it always ended up like this no matter where Henry went or what he did. He couldn't meet the eyes of the people he passed, but he couldn't stay inside either because he needed to chase his dreams just like everyone else in the world.

Sighing again, Henry turned a corner and tried not to think about the contents of the books he carried, and later, what he would do with the wonderful things inside. Yes, he would try to chase his dreams.