Prologue
Scribbling... Scribbling... Scribbling...
"Jean~ What are you doing again?"
"Nothing..."
"Jean! I want food!"
"Go get some then..."
"I'll help, I'll help!"
"Alright, you two have fun."
Thinking... Scribbling... Describing...
"Why does it taste so baaaad?"
"Because I made it!"
"Jean! Kate's gonna kill me! Help!"
"Shut up! That's not true!"
Scribbling and imagining...
"Jean!"
"Coming..."
Placing the book on the shelf...
Smiling...
Running down the stairs to my friends...
Books... Why are books so important?
Maybe because they help us escape reality...
Maybe because they help us express what we feel...
Maybe because they become our friends who help comfort us...
Maybe because books will never leave us...
Nor will the stories written between their pages...
Maybe...
Just maybe...
This is a story, like any other,
A story that is tragically written,
Written someplace where it can exist forever...
Written all over...
The Pages of a Book.
