Chapter 2: Questions

When I woke up the next day, it was 10 AM. Not surprising, seeing how I always slept the most on these sleep overs. Fred and Sam must've been up for hours already. I rolld out of bed and slumped into the kitchen.

"Morning Joe." My mom greted absent mindedley. She was making breakfast. I sniffed the air. Mmmm... pancakes.

"Look who's up!" Fred said, his mouth full of pancakes. (Ugh,was his mouth EVER empty?!?!

"Fred, don't talk with your mouth full." Sam said half-heartedley, probably because he says it every day at EVERY meal.

"After this you two half to go home. Joe needs to work on his history report." She told Sam and Fred. Fred groaned.

"Aw, come on! We can help him!" Fred bargained. I didn't think it would work. It didn't. But hey, this report would be a breeze, I mean, how many kids with magical books that can travel through time and space FAIL history? I only knew one. (Me.)

After Fred and Sam finished breakfast, they left.

"I'll call you guys when I'm done." I promised them.

"'Kay!" Fred said.

"IF you finish." Sam teased. Then they were gone. I went up to my room to work on my report about the age Leonardo Da Vinci. This would be easy. I can jst write about the stuff I learned while I was there, and then use The Book to fill in the holes. Well, I knew the liked killing people with freaky torture devices. And they were at ware with Pisa. Wow! This is going to be easy!

After about an hour or so, I had ran out of ideas and was looking them up in The Book. My head seriously hurt.

"Now why do you have THAT out?" A voice said. I looked up. My mom was standing in my doorway looking at The Book with an expression that was a lot more than puzzlement.

"I'm doing my report."

"Oh no you aren't, you're looking in this book!" She came over and took it.

"MOM!" I yelled.

"Mom nothing. Use a real book!" She began walking out the door.

"Wait." I stopped her. "Is there a reason you don't want me using it?" I asked.

"Th- the facts might not be right." She stammered.

"No, I bigger reason, like you don't want me getting hurt?" The color had drained from he face. A look of fright and despair was frozen on her face. Then that fright turned into red hot anger.

"NO MORE QUESTIONS!" she exploded. "JUST DO YOUR REPORT!" My mom stormed out of the room, The Book still in her hand.

I was surprised. No, scratch that. I was terrified. My mom had never exploded like that!

That was the moment I knew my mom knew something about The Book.

And I was going to find out what.