On the next day, swirling in happiness and with an overexcited mood, I went to the school and headed straight to the library. I picked up a random novel placed on the first shelves to kill the time as I waited for the arrival of Sonia and started reading it without sparing a glance at the titles, credits, and the name of the author. The book was never a matter of interest neither did the subject matter covered in it. I was looking forward of engaging into something that could help kill time till the arrival of Sonia―I had other options at hand as well, I could have used my cell phone, re-reading the literary assignment or chat with other classmates, but I opted to read something, for the book had pulled my attention.
“Once upon the time, there was a…” The book began, challenging my
