The Book

by Keval
(Scarborough, Ontario, Canada)

I woke up with a jolt. Who put my alarm volume so high?. I went downstairs to have some cereal. As I poured the milk I asked myself, "do the majority of people put the cereal in first or the milk."

After I finished eating I went outside for some fresh air. I was thinking about going to the park, but it's too long a walk. I don't even have a bike anymore. I broke it doing a stunt.

By the way my name is Amy. I guess you could say I'm athletic.

Im really bored here. There's nothing to do in this house. No mysteries to solve. I like mysteries.

I just moved here a couple weeks ago. It's totally boring here, but I will never forget what happened last summer.

It all started last summer in Minneapolis, US. It was just a normal night at home. I was home alone. It's a quiet neighborhood, so I wasn't worried.

My mom has this strange drawer. She never uses it. She tells me to never go in there, but I'm always curious. This may be my one and only chance to see what secret is in that drawer. My mom won't like that, but I decided to go anyway. The only thing I'm worried about is if it's something stupid, like a special teddy bear that's not worth being grounded for.

I put my hand on the handle. I try to open the drawer. It won't budge. I tried so many times. It won't open. I got the crowbar. It opened. It was an old and dusty book. It had no title.

Just then the wind blew and the book turned to a certain page. All the pages were blank except this one. It had deep dark writing. Mostly a foreign language. I saw my name. It said. "R.I.P Amy Armstrong, hit down by a speeding car." I was shocked. The book believed I was dead.

The next day my mom still hadn't come home. I was scared from what I saw yesterday and scared for my mom. I decided to go out for a walk. I was walking on the sidewalk when I saw a car speeding. I couldn't believe my eyes. It just ran over a young girl about my age. She was about 12. I walked over to see if I could help then I gasped too shocked to scream.

The girl that was lying on the floor was me, blood trickling down her cheek. Now I knew what the book meant.