Linzy
I let out a relived sigh.
Leave it to Kass to be a distraction when you need it most.
While Duncan and Alice tried to remove the miniature kiju creature from Kass's ankle, I stood up and worked my way over to my backpack.
Opening the clasp i flipped it open, only to find that it appeared to be empty.
'That's weird; did someone go through my stuff when I was asleep? Please tell me there's at least one book somewhere in here…'
I stuck my hand deeper inside, but my fingers didn't even scrape the bottom.
'Come on, I need a book! I'm Going to go crazy if I can't read to clear my head!'
'what kind of book?' A voice asked. startled I yanked my hand back out.
For a moment I just stared at the beige backpack, mind completely blank, then slowly I reached back in.
'hello?' I thought, a weird feeling rising in my chest.
'Hello, Linzy. It's about time you needed something, it gets kinda boring just riding around on your back. Again, what kind of book would you like?'
my mouth dropped open. 'The backpack talks... My backpack talks!'
a wave of annoyance poured through my mind.
'Yes, I am a talking back pack. Blab bla bla…can we focus on what you want now? Here, this is a fantasy novel; you tend to carry around a lot of those.'
I blinked as a firm object suddenly slid into my hand.
I withdrew from the backpack and glanced at the book in my fist.
Like he had said, it was a fantasy novel… but I was kinda freaked out by the fact that THE BACKPACK CAN TALK!
'Please call me T.B, not 'the back pack'. That name makes me feel like I'm an inanimate object, which I no longer am.'
I let out a deep breath. 'Ok then… but how...?'
I felt a mental shrug as he replied. 'You've been sent into a completely different universe and you think a talking backpack is weird?'
'...Point taken.'
Then Kass suddenly yelled, "Linzy, stop digging trough your backpack and help me get this lizard off my ankle! Ow! Ahhh! Get this thing off of me!"
with one last glance at my backpack I rushed off to help Kass.
'Wait!' T.B called after me. 'Don't you want a crow bar? And she's gone…' I smiled. A talking backpack may take some getting used to, but I guess that's life.
one minuet your a normal teenage bookworm, the next your sent feet first into a different universe with a crazy girl and a talking backpack.
...sheesh...my life is so weird...