He talked to it, and loved it. He always wanted to learn more about it.
Whenever he brought it with him to school, every teacher got mad at him,
and his friends got scared because they thought it could hurt them, since they thought it had magical powers. It looked scary. Its age and color were the main factors for it to frighten other people. However he never minded what other people thought. He was going to take care of it and try to learn its secrets. Its awful smell was the first thing he wanted to figure out. The smell was always there, but he didn't mind carrying it wherever he went with its terrible smell. He also wanted to figure out the reason of its darkness. Some people said it was colorless, but he believed that it had bright colors; it had bright colors that could made everyone believe that it was harmless.
One day the little boy brought it with him to school again. His friends started to ask him where he got it from. He said that it was from their basement. One of his friends tried to take it away from the little boy, and when he did, he started hitting it. The little boy started crying over it.
The boy went home crying, and he put it on his desk. He started staring at
it for hours. Was he scared of it? No. Was he going to throw it away? No.
So why did he want to learn more about an old book that was hidden in
their basement for a long time?
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