5.6

"What's that word mean, 'quotidian,'" he whispered. He glanced around, looking for someone smarter to explain it, but he found that he didn't know anybody anymore. He took a crack at it anyway: "What's this word mean? 'Quotidian,'" his voice breaking on the last word. People looked at him, but didn't pay any attention. He felt weird, out of place. This was the wrong venue for his inquisitive nature. This place was too normal, too ordinary, too everyday. He closed his book and rushed from the place, ears burning.