So It's Written

So there's this book I found. It's pretty old actually, which is why it was no surprise to find it tucked in the back of an old thrift shop book shelf. The surprise, however, is within its pages.
You wouldn't really be able to tell just by looking at it, but it's very special. It has no words, or pictures, or even a title. Nothing but a tiny, gold-dusted writing quill etched into the old leather cover. In fact, I almost used it as a diary. Not that I'm into journaling, but what else is a blank book good for?
Something about this book sparked my interest. Even though it stood out just as much as an ant on a sidewalk, it's simplicity was enough for me to pull it out of the bottom of the stack and buy it. I'll admit I like the simpler things.
The book sat on my bookshelf for about 3 weeks, just begging to be used for something. It almost seemed to speak to me. But I had no clue what I wanted to do with it, until we had a little writing assignment in English class. I nearly squealed in excitement when the teacher announced we had to write a love story, and I knew just what to write it in.
I started writing as soon as I got home that day. After stuffing my face, watching TV, and playing Xbox of course. It was about 7 o'clock when I started, which was just enough time to get it done before I had to go to bed. Procrastination is a skill I have mastered, but parents argue that it's not a skill. I know they are just jealous.
I pulled down the old book from my shelf and opened it up to begin writing. The pages were thicker than normal notebook pages. It was probably supposed to be a sketchbook or something, but I wasn't about to use normal paper like a peasant. I've been thinking about my plot all day, and I have to get it down now before my train of thought gets derailed in a massive train car explosion. I do that all the time, which is why I might not want to take up writing as a career. Just this one story is okay.
It has to be a love story, because we just finished reading Romeo and Juliet. In the end of that story, they both died. I want my story to stir just as much attention. I want the teacher to be so amazed by it, she reads it in front if the class! Then they get amazed with it's awesomeness. I'll be a star!
It starts off with a girl walking to the bus stop on her way to school. She's just standing there waiting for the bus to come, when suddenly, she gets kidnapped by a bunch of boys! It's the mean ones that live at the end of her block. They took her into the woods down the road from her neighborhood and threw her into a creaky old shed. They locked her in and stood outside. The girl is absolutely frightened, because she's having to live out her deepest fear of being alone in the dark.
The boys pounded the sides of the shed and shouted at her while they laughed wildly. She knelt down in a puddle of her own tears and begged to be let out. "You getting scared yet?" They taunted. "It's just a shed, why are you being a baby?" They teased. Nothing would make them stop.
Just when the girl was about to lose hope that someone would save her from her stenchy prison, her Knight in Shining Armor arrives and beats up the mean boys. He busts down the door and rushes to her aid. "Are you okay?" He asked in a sweet tone. The girl realized he had faced a gang of big kids to save her, and she falls in love with him. They smiled at each other and walked away holding hands over the bodies of the boys, who were lying unconscious in the dirt.
I stayed up basically all night writing it. Everyone in my class is probably going to write something really sappy about a girl and a boy just meeting and falling on love, but there's no action in that. I don't like to brag, but, I really could be the next big author of a New York Times best seller. The only thing missing from my masterpiece was names for the characters.
I thought long and hard. I browsed baby name and character creating websites, but nothing seemed to stand out. In the end, I was tired, so I decided to use my own name, Ali. And the mysterious boy to save me will be a guy I know from school named Luke.
There's no particular reason... I just like his name, and that's all...Okay, maybe I have just a tiny crush on him, but there's no way he'll ever read my story. Nobody in my class will even know it's him because I won't use our last names. I closed the book and tucked it away in my bag, then went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up feeling oddly refreshed. I went about my morning routine and ran down to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
"Hey mom, can we stop to get hot chocolate on the way to school?" I asked in between chewing my french toast. Mom always drove me to school, and sometimes we would leave early and stop at the coffee shop to get donuts or hot chocolate.
"Sorry hun, I can't drive you today. My boss called this morning and said they need me in early. You'll have to take the bus." Mom said. I grumbled a bit, then nodded reluctantly. I really hate taking the bus because It's loud and everyone's annoying. I can at least take my ipod to drown out the noises of the screaming brats.
After I finished eating, Mom kissed me goodbye and I headed out the door with my bag. The air was cool for a late spring morning. The sun was just rising above the horizon, and the birds were already out chirping. I'd have to admit, I liked walking to the bus stop in the morning a little more than being driven because it was so pretty. I decided I needed a song for my walk to the bus stop, so I put in my earbuds and turned the sound all the way up.
I was humming along to my music, when suddenly, hands clasped around my mouth. I was jerked backward, and my backpack dropped on the sidewalk. My ipod followed with it. They picked me up and started to carry me away. I tried to scream and flail my arms and legs, but I couldn't make a sound louder than a squeak. I managed to kicked someone in the face, however.
"Ouch!" Someone yelled, and dropped half of me to the ground.
"Grab her legs, stupid!" Another one yelled. Immediately I knew who they were. I remembered that yesterday, when I walked home from the bus stop, I told a kid's mom that he spit on me on the bus. He must have gotten in trouble, and is looking for revenge. He got his whole gang of friends to help in that, too.
The boys took me up the road and turned down the dirt path leading to the small wooded area behind the quiet street. They were all 8th graders, a grade higher than me. I tried to free myself but they were too big and much stronger than me. I was only just over 4 feet and my weak arms couldn't lift a phone book.
"Hey! Let's put her in Mrs. Baker's shed!" Danny, the one who spit on me, said. Mrs. Baker was the wicked old lady that lives in the creepy house and owns an old shed that is placed up the dirt road and away from her house and, according to rumors, likes to trap kids in her shed and cut off their fingers to eat. I wonder who even makes up these rumors? Anyway, the boys opened the shed door and threw me in.
"Wait! Don't close the door... please!" I cried. They closed the door, and peered in through the little spaces where the wooden slats separated from being old and worn.
They started spitting on me and calling me names. I stood up and gagged because the whole shed smelled musty and was filled with darkness and spider webs. The darkness was the scariest thing about it.
I collapsed on the ground and began to sob. They continued to taunt and spit through the slats. I was trapped inside a dark shed, with no way of getting out soon. Why was this happening to me? I shouldn't have opened my big mouth and told on the kid.
Suddenly, all the heads started dissappearing from the slats and the laughter turned into shrieks of panic and terror. I'm sure I even heard the sound a fist makes when it comes in contact with a stomach. Did someone come to save me? I stood up and pounded on the inside of the door.
"Help! I'm locked in here!" I yelled. Hopefully a passing adult witnessed the kidnapping and can help me get out. There was no more sound coming from outside, but footsteps were coming toward the shed door.
The door busted open, and I shielded my eyes from the light.
"Are you okay? Come on." A familiar voice said. After my eyes adjusted, I gasped. Standing in the doorway was Luke, my crush...My hero. He came to save me! I grabbed his hand and we ran back down the dirt road.
My backpack and ipod were still laying on the ground at the bus stop. I already missed the bus, still wasn't late for school. Luke picked up my things and handed them to me.
"Thank you for getting me out of there." I said.
"You're welcome Ali! I saw them take you and couldn't just let them do it." Luke said as he scowled back up the path where the incident had taken place.
"I especially liked the part where we walked over those boys laying on the ground all..." I started to say, but stopped mid-sentence when it occurred to me that this whole ordeal seemed too familiar. Was this my story? But how could It be! I took the book out of my backpack and flipped through the pages. The weird thing is, the ink was now red. I wrote the story in black pen.
I looked at Luke, who had a puzzled look on his face. The last page of my story is the part where Luke and I fall in love. That part of the book was still in black ink. I blinked a few times to try and comprehend what was going on. This book was obviously some sort of magical spell book or something. If the part of my story where Luke and I walk away holding hands was still written in black, that must mean the story isn't to that part yet.
"Is everything ok?" Luke asked.
"Yeah, I'm just looking over my book to make sure it didn't get destroyed." I hesitated before adding "...Wanna walk to school with me?"
"Only if I get to hold your hand." He said. I let out a breath of trapped air before taking his hand, that was reaching out for mine. We walked to school hand-in-hand, and I thought about what I was going to do with the book. The logical solution would be to destroy it, or bad stuff could happen I guess. But I only focused on keeping my hand in luke's.