Literary Narrative

It was a cold December Thursday morning in the third grade. Thursday's were our library days, I hated those days.  My teacher Mrs.Jenkins, a tall woman with short blonde hair, was leading our class down the very boring hallways to the library that was located in the very center of the school. We only got to go there once a week. Most of the kids in my class really liked going to listen to the stories Mrs.Jenkins read to us and checking out a book of their choice for a week. I checked out the same book for the first half of the year until Hannah, the class smarty-pants, told on me because she wanted to read the book I was harboring. I was forced to let her check out the book and get a new one and take a test on it. Hannah was the kind of girl that knew every answer asked in class, loved catching other kids doing something bad so she would look like a good little girl and inadvertently introduced me to the book that would change my life forever.
Mrs.Jenkins walked me from the reading corner across the room to the column that separated the reading section from the bookshelves. As we approached the column she stopped and knelt down on one knee looking at me very seriously, "Can I let you in on a secret?" she asked. Confused I answered "What secret?". She smiled and whispered "I know you think you don't like reading, but someone wise once told me that There is no such thing as a child who hates to read; there are only children who haven't found the right book." I was perplexed, I had never thought about it like that before. I looked around the library, Hannah was in the reading center sitting on the old worn green carpet tearing through the book that I had been holding on to. My best friend Katelyn was sitting on a bean bag chair reading Charlotte's Web, she looked as if nothing could disturb her sort of like she were in a completely different world. Tyler was just staring at the wall holding a book he had just pulled off the shelf and checked out. Looking back at Mrs.Jenkins I whispered back, "How will I know if it is the right book?" she answered, "Look at the title, if it jumps out at you just give it a try and see what world you end up in. But you can't give up on finding the right book, if you do you will never see the magic words can have." Turning slowly towards the rows of shelves with what looked like a million books, I decided I would pick the first book that popped.
While looking through the bookshelves, glancing only for a moment at each title, waiting for something to jump out at me. My eyes landed on a book named A Dog Called Kitty by Bill Wallace. I pulled the book slowly off the shelf, trying to decide if this what Mrs.Jenkins meant by the right book. The front cover had a scruffy dog sitting in a field in front on an old white barn. I decided to give it a try, how else would I find out why Hannah and Katelyn seemed like they weren't tuned into anything around them when they read a book? I turned around and walked up to the counter and checked it out. I was the last one to get a book so as soon as I was all checked out Mrs.Jenkins announced that our time was up and that we needed to head back to our classroom. Walking beside Katelyn, the short brunette with freckles across the bridge of her nose, carrying the book I had just picked she looked at it and said, "Are you really going to read this?" I looked at her dark brown eyes and answered honestly, "I am going to try." And that is what I intended to do.
The next week school was closed because of snow, it was too cold to play outside so I was cooped up inside all day with nothing to do. So as I looked through my school stuff I found the book I was supposed to read. So I grabbed the book and walked into the living room where there was a window seat that I could sit in and read. And I started to read.
 From the very First sentence I was taken to a new world. Transported from the world around me the words flowed through me as if I were a part of something greater. I could envision Kitty and how disheveled he looked, and I was baffled at how words on a page could make me feel such emotion. I could see the story unfolding in my mind, clear as if it were actually happening. It felt real, the things happening in the book made me laugh, and made me cry. I was so intrigued that a book could do that to someone. I wondered how is it that a book can feel so real?
After I finished reading A Dog Called Kitty, I couldn't wait until school opened again. I needed to show Mrs.Jenkins and Katelyn that I had actually done it. I read the book and I was captivated by it. I needed to continue. I needed to go on another adventure, I was so excited to go to another world that I asked my mom to take me to the library so I could try again. I wanted to test another book, I needed to see if it made me cry, or laugh, or smile, anything. To this day I haven't been able to resist the desire to travel to a different world and experience new exciting adventures and face the uncertain but imminent danger waiting on the next page.