Aubrielle Thornton
April 30, 2012 1:56 PM
First Year Girls Dorm by Aubrielle Thornton
‘The book looked just as ordinary as any other.’ she thought to herself as she looked towards the leatherbound script in front of her. ‘But why’s it got a belt around it?’ she asked herself as she took it in her hand and fiddled with the buckle of the belt. The tough leather was hard to pull the metal bit out of the hole. She wondered why, but didn’t stop fiddling with it like she probably should have.With a shrug of her shoulders, the new eleven year old pulled off the belt and the book shuddered and suddenly opened up as if it had a mouth. Her eyes widened and she backed up until she reached the wall. I have nowhere to go, I’m doomed! she thought to herself. “HELP!” she shouted. She hoped that someone was around who could hear the panic rising in her voice. “SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!” she called louder. Her words got more and more frantic as she waited there. The red-head hugged the wall with her back and tried to get out of the books reach without having anything to jump up on. Gods, I wish I was like spiderman. I could climb up the wall! Oh please, please someone help me! she thought as her eyes searched frantically for help. “PLEASE!!” she called again as the book maneuvered its way closer to her on what seemed to be the feet it had grown. If this is magic, I’m not sure I like this so much. she said to herself as her heart thudded louder and louder inside of her. Aubrielle had always been dramatic, but this was not okay for her.
My gods, my last day in life is going to be spent terrified by a book? she thought as she decided she’d have to stay brave. This is just a part of a show. It’s a really odd plot. That’s all this is. she told herself as she stopped hugging the wall. It can’t hurt me. “You can’t hurt me!” she called to it as it used its odd looking crab-like legs to get to her faster.
“Out damned spot, out I say!” she said, pulling a line from MacBeth, the dreaded Shakespearean play which showed her dramatic flair. “Two households, both alike in dignity. In fair Verona, where we lay our scene.” she started. My words will be like swords and send the book backwards. They have to. she said to herself. “From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” she went on as the book stopped its odd movements. It’s working! she thought as she changed it up a bit. It‘s stopping! Maybe it needs more words to really stop? she thought. “Alright.” She searched her mind for something that may stop the book completely and decided upon something from Alice in Wonderland. “Why, how impolite of him. I asked him a civil question, and he pretended not to hear me. That's not at all nice. I say, Mr. White Rabbit, where are you going? Hmmm. He won't answer me. And I do so want to know what he is late for. I wonder if I might follow him. Why not? There's no rule that I mayn't go where I please. I--I will follow him. Wait for me, Mr. White Rabbit. I'm coming, too!” she started and all-the-while watched the book pause in its movement. She went on, hoping that what she’d decided on doing would work long enough for her to get the belt back onto the book. “How curious. I never realized that rabbit holes were so dark . . . and so long . . . and so empty. I believe I have been falling for five minutes, and I still can't see the bottom! Hmph! After such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling downstairs. How brave they'll all think me at home. Why, I wouldn't say anything about it even if I fell off the top of the house! I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time. I must be getting somewhere near the center of the earth. I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny that would be. Oh, I think I see the bottom. Yes, I'm sure I see the bottom. I shall hit the bottom, hit it very hard, and oh, how it will hurt!” she finished as she watched as the book looked as if it was falling asleep.
“Odd.” she said as she set the belt back around the book.
Next thing she knew, she woke up. With a yawn she stretched and looked around the room. She wasn’t home. She was at Sonora, in her room in Teppenpaw House. Her roommates were either still in their own beds or moving around to start their day.
Brielle stretched and yawned a wide yawn, looking at each of her roommates. “That was an odd dream.” She paused and asked them looking to each of them and asked, “Sleep well?” she asked as she shivered, remembering the book she’d only a few short minutes ago thought was really trying to chase her. At least I remembered my lines. she thought as she waited for anyone to answer.
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