Mina and Adara
Mina's forearm was sore from the weight of the textbooks that had been digging into it all day, nestled in the crook of her arm as she migrated from class to class. Her last class of the day was over, and she pushed past hordes of chattering girls towards the library—her sanctuary. Her favorite table, in the back corner, was empty as usual. Not many people used the library in college, and she was just fine with that. Taking the seat farthest from the view of everyone else, she opened her history textbook and began working.About fifteen minutes later, she…