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The Library That Ate My Homework by Zahra H.
One rainy Tewsday I went in the libary. I was soposed to hand in my homework to Miss Star before class, but something strange was hapening. The books were… whispering.
"Psst… over here!" sed a fat dusty dicshunry.I froze. "Did you just… talk?"
Before I cud blink my homework sheet flew out of my hand and whoosh! it disapeerd into a giant atlas.
"Oh no!" I cried. "Miss Star is going to think I forgot it again!"
The atlas rumbled like thunder. "Your homework is ours now!" it boomed, pages flapping like wings. Suddenly the hole libary woke up. Story books flapped like parrots, comic books giggled so hard they fell off the shelfs, and a pile of history books marched like solders shouting dates like "1066!" and "Yesterday!"
I ducked as a maths book zoomed past squeeling, "Two plus two is… FISH!""That's rong!" I yelled.The maths book blushed (yes, books can blush, who new?) and hid behind a calculator.
I wasn't scard tho. I was curious."If you've eaten my homework, I want it back!" I sed, hands on hips.
The books mutterd. Then a fairy tale book with gold sparkly edges floated down."You must ansa our riddle," it sed. "Solve it and your homework is yours again."
I took a deep breath."I am not alive but I can grow. I do not have a mouth but I need air. What am I?"
I thought hard. Not alive but grows… no mouth but needs air. Then I remembered in sience when we lit candels."A fire!" I shouted.
The hole libary gasped. Every book froze. Then the fairy tale book bowed. "Corect."
All the books clapped their covers like applause. The atlas sneezed-ACHOO!-and my homework shot out, landing in my hands.
"Thanks," I sed. "But next time just ask if you want to play."
The dicshunry coughed. "Very well. As a reward we will share our secrets."
From then on, the books whispered advenshers to me. The pirat story told me where tresure was hiden (behind the teacher's mug of tea!), the space book discribed galaxys that looked like giant donuts, and the poetry book read silly rhymes:
Roses are red,My shoelace is blue,I stepped in the mud,And now so did you!
I giggled so loud the libary lady gave me "the look."
When I finaly gave my homework to Miss Star, there was a faint outline of Africa printed across it. She frowned, tilting her head."Layla," she sed, "did your homework go travelling without you?"
The class burst out laughing. Even Miss Star chuckled, shaking her head."Well," she smiled, "this is the most creative homework I've ever seen."
I just winked. I couldn't wait for my next libary advensher.
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