Its been a month now. Luke and I have become close friends we hang out almost everyday. I guess I can call him my best friend. I have no friends other than him anyways. All the teens on my block strongly dislike me. Maybe i'm weird, people in Ann Arbor used to say i am all the time.
"Mom tell grandpa to stop calling me fat!"
"Dad! Stop calling my daughter fat!" She sounded aggravated. My grandpa does this all the time. I can never tell if hes joking or not. Either way it still hurts.
"Autumn, Luke please get out of the kitchen. Someone is gonna get hurt." My mom said.
"Fine, come on Luke."
We went into my house library. Like I said my house is a mansion, there are many rooms. But this one, is my favorite. I helped pick out every book. I was sitting at a table reading, when Luke disrupted me.
"Hey, would you mind if i borrow this book?" Luke asked, as he held up a book. I've never seen this book before. It had a brown leather cover, but no name. It kind of looked like a journal.
"Where did you find that?" I asked him, confused.
"In the back room. Over there!" he pointed to a tiny handle on the back wall. We walked over towards the tiny
"Why handle on the wall. have i never noticed this?" I grabbed the handle and pulled towards myself. The bookcase began to move forward, opening a space, another room!
"You've lived here for over a month now, you spend every spare time you get in this room. You probably seen it but never really had the interest of what it is." Luke explained. I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, I swear I have never seen this before. Never!"
We walked inside the small room. It was pitch black. Luke pulled out a lighter from his pocket for a small amount of light. "Luke that's not enough light for us to actually see whats in here! come on we can check it out later, when we have a flash light."
"OK, now about this book, can I borrow it?"
"Sure but, let me see it!" I snatched it out of his hand, and started to go through it. It was all in what looked like Italian. "Luke look, its written in Italian? Spanish?"
"It looks kind of Italian, I took a Italian class at school!" he said
"So your saying you can read this?"
"If its Italian sure."
"Whats it about?"
Luke opened the book. He glided his finger under each sentence. "Yeah, umm... its not Italian."
