Safe back in my bedroom, I sit crisscross applesauce on my bed with the giant book resting on my legs.

For several minutes, I just stared at it. I take in the rough, frayed binding, and cracked spine and its thick pages now yellowed with age and use. 

I eye my door warily, praying, even though it's locked, that Blair, or father, or mother won't burst in while this precious artifact is in my possession.

I glance at my window and hesitate before carefully setting the book at my side and I cross over to the curtains and draw them closed.

I turn back around and scream when Waterlily suddenly appears inches away from my face and shrieks, "BOO!"

I stumble back towards my window out of shock and put a hand to my chest, trying to form words properly.

Once I regain my breath, I ask her, "How did you even get in here? My door is locked!" I think for a second, "Are you small enough to fit through the keyhole?"

She shakes her head, "No. I wish."

to be continued