When Books Became Portals

One day I opened a novel to find myself spinning in the air uncontrollably. It was like I was on an invisible roller coaster. Whitish-yellowish color and a million typed words swirled around me until I landed with a plop on some cool green grass. 

There were people all around, some falling from the sky and others, like me, sitting on the ground looking confused. Almost everyone there was between thirteen and eighteen years old. Some of the younger people were sitting and crying, but a few of the older ones got up to explore.

One girl that looked a bit older than the rest of us asked if we'd been trying to read a certain book. We all said yes. She said she'd read it before and could tell that we were in the story. It was decided that the best way to get back was to act out the story. We tried this and, once everyone was used to it, it was actually quite fun. Once the story was over, we all got home in a quick flash of light. We later found out that this had happened to all books, but almost everyone was able to find their way out like we did.

Now everyone is used to the magic book portals, though nobody knows how they happened yet. If I want to go on an adventure, I just have to open to the title page of a book. If I want to simply read, I need to open straight to the first chapter.

Sections: Adventure, Balance, Confused, Fantasy, Fiction, Funny, Happy, Lost, Mysteries, Short Stories, Teens, Travel