Personal Narrative: One Day At Cassandra

Long ago, there was a library full of books.

These books were not normal.

They would drag you into their world and keep you there forever.

Years passed and the library vanished of the face of the Earth. 5 It is believed that if you search in a local library

You might find a book from that special library.

You may think this has nothing to do with our young heroine’s story,

When in fact it has everything to do with it.

Young Cassandra loves reading.

10 She devours books like a child with a sweet tooth devours

Their hard earned Halloween sweets.

One day Cassandra, though she prefers the name Cassy,

Grew bored of the small library that was nearby,

For she had already read all the books that she found interesting.

15 Cassy had even read her

Somehow, I am now laying in a white room.

My first thought is that I am in the hospital,

But that’s not right, I am not on a bed.

As I think of what I was doing last I remember the book.

45 The more I think of the book,

The more the space I am in resembles the setting.

Suddenly there is a hand in my vision.

“Do you need some help?”

The voice says, I assume it is a male

50 “Yeah, thanks.”

I say as he helps me stand.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, who are you?”

“I am Cassy, and who are you?”

“I am Zack.”

55 “Well it was nice meeting you Zack, but I must be going.”

As I am walking away,

I look behind me and see that he is following me.

I turn around to face him,

“Why are you following me?”

60 “I was just wondering why you are in such a rush.”

“I am in a rush because I have to get home.”

“Ok”

I continue walking and end up getting lost in the woods.

“Hey, do you need some help?”

65 It is that boy again, Zack.

“No, I am perfectly capable of finding my way home by myself.”

“Alright, but I am just going to tell you

That the town is in the other direction.”

“Oh.”

I turn around and start walking in the direction he pointed me