I flipped around the pages of the frail book, quickly reading a few words, before they went by. I sighed, knowing that my day was going to be filled with nothingness. I looked around the room. It was a small room. There was a small fire place in front of me, with a fire going. There were only two chairs, and they had regular red fabirc decorationg them. One of those chairs, I was sitting in. There was a small, light blue rug that was sitting under the two chairs, and many, many shelves were backed up against the wall, all of them were filled with books. Cozy, quaint, and just like one of those rooms out of the movies, where the grandma is telling the kids a story, only, it was just me, sitting in the room, listening to the fire crakling, and the faint sounds of birds chirping as they flew south for the winter. I glanced down at my book again, feeling as if my life would be thrown away with last moth's isue of "Teen People." I flipped through the book again, thinking that if I stared hard enough, some good would come........
Nothing.
I slowly got up from the chair I was sitting in, and put the book back in it's rightful place, and, I was about to leave the room, when somethig caught my eye. I looked over, and saw that it was a bookmark that I had been drawn to. The bookmark was just a gold chain, with a black stone dangling at the bottom, but , for some reason, it was calling out my name, and I just had to answer. I sat down in the chair agian, and curled up into a small ball. Then I began to read............
