Chapter 2
As she was walking through the aisles something caught her eye. It was a rusty old door with scratch marks all over it. Right away, Caitlyn's curiosity took over. As she slowly opened the door, she carefully looked around to make sure no one was watching. The door creaked loudly as she opened it.
"Quiet!" She said. Then, when the door was finally opened, Caitlyn was disappointed as she saw that only one book was in the room. She could tell no one had been here for a while since the room was filled of cobwebs. As she picked up the book she felt the huge amount of dust covering it. She then wiped the cover of the book with her shirt to find the simple words "The Journey" for a title. Caitlyn was surprised to find that the book had no author. She then fully wiped off the book and quietly left the room. As she was leaving the library she found Linden over at the entrance.
"Found any interesting books?" He asked, with a smile on his face.
"Only one" Caitlyn replied, showing Linden the book. Just as Linden saw the book, his smile quickly vanished.
"Where did you find that?' He asked, slightly stiffer than before.
"Umm… In a room." She feebly replied.
"You haven't read it have you?"
"No sir."
"Let me tell you a little secret. This book is much more trouble than its worth. Take my advice and put that book back to wherever you found it. Or else you just might regret it for the rest of your life." Linden then took the book from Caitlyn and sent her off.
The whole day, Caitlyn's mind was set on that book. She had so many questions. "Why was it in that room?" "Why couldn't I read it?" "What would I regret?" Questions like those haunted her till sundown.
When it was time for Caitlyn to go to bed, Ruth kindly walked her to her room. She was impressed by all the nice decorations. As Ruth left, Caitlyn quietly unpacked her stuff. It didn't take long until she started to miss her home, but as quickly as she was homesick, she became curious once again. The book started to come back into her head. The words "The Journey" were running through her mind. She also wondered why there was no author. Having all these questions was almost too much for her to handle, and she had to find out soon. She couldn't wait any longer, for she had to find out. So, she quietly got out of bed, left her room, and carefully walked toward the library. Although she was at full caution, she couldn't help the loud creaking in every step she took. Oh, how much she hated the old wooden floor, but it didn't take long for her to get to the library. As she rushed inside, she quickly found the scratched door. With a sigh of relief she was glad to see that the book was back where she found it. She quickly picked it up and went to her room.