CHAPTER 2
I walked to the kitchen and found a pair of scissors. I went back to the living room, scissors in hand. I picked up the small cardboard box I had placed on the table one minute before. The box wasn't heavy. In fact, it was rather light. I gave it a little shake, and from the sound of things, there were two objects inside. Carefully inspecting the box, I found my address on the front in big letters. On the back in very neat handwriting, the words "From: Maxwell. Create anything, solve everything." Sighing gently, I figured I should simply open the box. Slowly and carefully, I took the scissors and cut through the tape on the box. To my surprise, all that was in the neatly folded cardboard package was a simple green notebook with a star on the front, and a pencil. Upon closer inspection the "pencil" was actually a pen disguised as a pencil. The notebook was just a notebook, nothing special. I opened the notebook, and sure enough, the pages had a margin and were lined, like any other notebook. What puzzled me most though was the star on the front. It wasn't simply a design printed on the cover, it stuck out a bit, and seemed to be made of some sort of plastic-like material. I took another look inside the box to see if I had missed anything. Sure enough there was a neatly folded piece of paper. Gently placing the notebook and "pencil" on the table I took the paper from the box and unfolded it. I noticed it was written in the same perfect handwriting as on the box. I read it aloud knowing that there was no one else to hear me.
Jeremy,
You most likely are wondering who sent you this, or how it is possible that I know your name without having met you. Well in a way, I have met you. I have watched over you, waiting, for the right moment to let you in on my secret. Of course I know you have many questions, so before I continue, I shall try to answer some of them. First, I am Maxwell, I live in a world similar to yours, however, in my world, there are people with the power to create. We call them Scribblenauts. The notebook and pen I have sent you are the tools of a Scribblenaut, it is how they create. I am asking you to come to my world and help me; I need you to become a Scribblenaut. I know you are wondering why you were picked for this job. As I have said, I have been watching you, I know the full extent of your creative abilities, and they are the most impressive that I have seen in a long time. With such strong creativity, being a Scribblenaut should seem natural to you. However, you are not the only one. I have sent similar items to a select few around your world, and I hope all of you will come to my aid. This may overwhelm you in the beginning, but it will get easier as time goes on. But I do not wish to force anything upon you, so, if you wish, you can choose to decline. Should you choose to accept, everything will be explained. All you have to do is write.
The choice is yours, so choose wisely.
Regards,
Maxwell
My mouth hung open, I was in shock. I had no idea how to react to something like this. My immediate reaction was to decline; I did not need all of this craziness. But deep down I knew this would be the greatest thing ever. I have always wanted something exciting to happen this summer , I wanted to accept the offer. And I had a feeling Maxwell knew that as well.