The pages flapped angrily in her face, exploding from the book in hurricanes and circling hastily where she stood. Yet she still couldn’t read the book. The words danced and squirmed across the parchment pages, hiding from her desperate eyes. The papers flapped at her hair, became caught in her dress before breaking free and circling her again, encasing her in some wild tornado of broken book. She flinched as another became caught in her long hair, and tugged to free itself from the tangle.It yanked itself free and flew off again, a thin stream of hair clung to the ripped page as it fluttered back into the air around her.
Clutching the book in one hand, she gently stroked her head where the hair had been yanked from. She winced again at the pain and the brought the book closer to her face, searching for some meaning in the jumbled words. The paper flapped angrily at her again, swooping in at her, trying to knock the book from her sturdy hands. She was not afraid, after all it was only paper.
The book was tightly pinned in between her fingers,yet a warmth seemed to spread through its pages, crawling up her fingertips and into her wrists and elbows. A gentle shudder ran through the book, and without warning it flung itself towards her, pressing itself upon her face. She stumbled backwards, fear replacing the bravery she had once felt. Her hands flew up to her face, clawing at the book, trying to prise it from her. Above her the papers gathered together in huddles, parchment crackling in what sounded like giggles and laughter at the girl’s misfortune. It was no use, the words surrounded her eyeballs, and finally she understood the true meaning of the book.