Teacher: okay Jack, are you sure you want to be in the witnessing lesson?
Jack: I'm sure, it would be cool
We were in the last lesson of the day. We were in school library. The teacher was talking about some upcoming holidays. I felt bored. My teacher knew that. She said:
Teacher: go Jack, look what the library has for you now
Jack: thank you, I wanted something to do
I started to look for new books. It was a huge hall full of books. There were new books and old books. Some books had dust on it. Other books were really dirty. I asked for the librarian's help. She was a nice woman. She showed me books. I picked up a book and started to read it.
Jack: this book has really good illustrations! It's about blue mermaids and they are a little bit dirty. My friend told me about them. The other part of the book is about an old lady. She jumps on a trampoline. Then I read more about how she was devastated because she got fired from her job. It seemed like she was poor and had to live alone.
Teacher: Jack, you have to stop reading or else you will be late for the next class.
Jack: okay, I'm going to get a new book.
I looked for a good book, but unfortunately this library didn't have many good books. I decided to take a book I've already read. I've read most of the books in the library and I liked the rhyming couplets in those stories. I wanted to go home, but I decided to go and read a few pages. But, when I looked at the last page of my favourite book, I was shocked. There was another book. The title was:
'THE NYMPHO GIRL'
I knew the author of that book. His name was named Philip. I thought:
I've heard something about that author. But I don't know what he had written. Or he had already written a new book. Maybe it was a book I've already read, so I remembered it and refreshed my memory.
I started to look for the book in the library. I knew this won't be easy. There were thousands of books. I managed to find it, but it wasn't the right book. I decided to take the original book from the library. I put it under my jacket and hit the road to home.
When I got home, I wanted to read that new book. So I sat down on the sofa and started to read. The title page said:
'Author's note: This is just a horror story; it is a fantasy. For ages 14 and up'
'Fantasy, I've never read a book like this before, but it's time to try it'
The story started with a man with black hair. He was sitting on a black leather sofa in a dim room. He seemed to be in depression. He looked at the ceiling.
'Is he going to jump out of the window?'
I found out that he was looking at the ceiling fan.
