Entry 1
“In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit,” I read silently, trying to ignore all of the sounds from around me. I chose to come to the park at the same time as the ‘Save the park’ fundraiser. All of the signs around read, SAVE THE PARK!, HELP THE TREES!, and even ANY MONEY HELPS!. It’s true. There aren’t many real trees anymore.
As for the book, it was my favorite. The Hobbit. As I was trying to read it though, my holo-phone rang. I answered, “Hello?” The reply came from my best friend Seamus. “Hey Lint.” My name is Lintas Hafdun. I’m part German. “Seamus, what do you want? I’m at the park.” I said, kind of annoyed.
Seamus replied, rather hurried, “The new bookstore just opened!” I was ecstatic. “I’ll be right there.” I loved books. I put my holo-phone into my satchel, pulled out my G.T.S., and slung the bag over my shoulder.
Books weren’t very popular. People just thought that they took up space. Especially the good, big thick, ones. People also thought that they were useless, since the holo-phone could project the book as if it were a movie. It was the year 3023, and books weren’t even printed anymore. So people had to search to find a book. Because of that, bookstores were even rarer.
I had to run home before the book store. So I used my G.T.S., which stands for Global Transporting System. It will transport you to anywhere you type into the keypad. I invented it. I typed home
Into the pad, because I had set into the favorites. My surroundings looked as though they were losing their colors, then they began melting.
Then, the features of my room came into view. There was my bed, some scientist posters, and books scattered everywhere. As in books everywhere. I took out The Hobbit set it down on my bed. I then typed Seamus’s name into the G.T.S. since it works on people and then appeared next to Seamus. He was my height, (about 5’ 3”) and had slightly long jet-black hair. We both had a love for books. “Hi Seamus.”
I gazed up at the smallish metal building. All new buildings are made of metal. We walked into the bookstore. Instantly, I was almost overwhelmed by the smell of old books. I loved that smell. And the yellowed paper in an old book. I started walking down isles, picking out this and that. I even saw this one book, which had a boy, probably twelve, that was standing in the middle of a river. He was holding a sword and a horn. He was gazing at a tall building being struck by lightning. Maybe some other time. Then, on the other side of the shelf, I saw a book. Small, and leather bound. Barely 50 pages. I didn’t even have a title. But somehow I was drawn to it. I picked it up, and a strange feeling crept up my spine. I walked to the cash register with my few books. The cashier was probably 24 or 25. “I would like to buy these.” He looked at me. Then said, bored, “That will be five trillings.”
I gave him the money, then put the books in my bag. It would be useless to try and find Seamus. He was lost in the shelves and shelves of books. I picked out my G.T.S. and went back home.
