Almost a week past and all I could think about was what I’d be reading after I flipped open the cover page. Monday morning, when arriving at school, Mrs. Doty was in the entry way to inform me that my book would be sent from Anchorage in a day or two. The school day came and was almost gone; it was fifth period. Before digging into my work, Mrs. Doty mentioned that the tracking code said the book was sent off from Anchorage and would be here the next day. The rest of the day my anticipation was blowing through the roof. I couldn’t wait to spend those boring hours at home reading a fascinating book.
A few days later, after getting off the bus at school, I bolted straight to the library, where Mrs. Doty was standing with a square package in her hand. I was so excited to open the box, and when I did it was like a child opening Christmas presents not being conservative with the wrapping paper but just tearing away to see what’s inside. While walking to my class, Mrs. Doty shouted “Don’t let that book get you in trouble.” All throughout the day, I skimmed the first five pages to gain a sense what I’d be reading. What I saw interested me even more.