My journey started from my dear bookshelf in a mall. A young girl approached my shelf; she read my label and frowned, “History. What a bore!”. I was so sad I wanted to wash off all my letters with tears, deeply saddened by the girl’s expressions. Suddenly, another girl ran up to me; maybe around twice a decade old, Ava picked me up and squealed! She skimmed through my pages and finally decided to buy me for a few sweet cents! I was euphoric about my new life. We drove away in the car, and throughout our journey home, she held me tightly on her thighs.
The following day, I got to go with her to where knowledge is embarked onto children and minds from all over the state, joining together to learn and go to school! One of the meanies of the class approached Ava and told her I was lame. But that’s okay because I have a lovely owner. Many more people approached me and even said I was an exciting book! I felt like a celebrity. She read me day and night. Unsurprisingly, she even made me a custom bookmark with my name embroidered in swirly but elegant handwriting. It was as soft as a pillow, silky as a bedsheet, and as pretty as a flower.
After a few days, she finished reading me. Was Ava going to throw me away? Was she going to give me away to someone else? No, she wasn’t! Woo-wasn’t. A few days later, her parents, Ava and I attended her parent-teacher conference. The teacher said that this book (me) had improved her grades impressively and that this book (again, me) was a good influence on her. Ava’s teacher asked us to talk to her secretly when we were leaving. She asked Ava if she could borrow her book for some time for her children, and thank god Ava said no; I was very relieved to hear her say no because, as you might have guessed, I did not want to leave her side at all!
