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cried.
âYouâll get home soon. Your home canât be far away, can it?â Amber asked.
Betty sat up and gulped. âActually, it can.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âListen,â Betty started. âI donât think you know how I got here, and I donât know that much about it either. This is not my world. I came here by book, a book called Amberâs Big Adventure . I donât know why or how, but at least thatâs what I think happened. I just woke up in the middle of the night, and the book was glowing and humming and it said âBetty Pems Hilmar, you are going to be sucked into this book in two minutes. Please gather all your belongings.â And, of course, I didnât do anything because I didnât believe that the book was talking to me. I thought it was a dream or something. But it wasnât lying when it said that I was going to be sucked into it, because that did happen, and then I suddenly appeared in your world. Iâm so confused,â Betty finished.
Amber was confused too, but Betty couldnât explain it any better. She barely understood the situation herself.
âSoâ¦you came here by book and you donât know why or how? Thatâs just silly! Thatâs unbelievable!â Amber said, laughing.
âWell, youâre ten years old and youâre fighting off giant squids!â Betty said defensively. Then she stopped herself. Amber is just so unrealistic. I mean, fighting dragons at the age of what, nine?
Thatâs what Peggy had said, yesterday morning, and Betty had gotten so angry. Yet today, she had said almost the same exact thing. Who was she turning into? Didnât she love the Amber series the same as always? She glanced at the girl next to her, rude and so different from what she had imagined.
She knew the answer, even though she was reluctant to say so.
Amber stared at Betty. She had to admit, she hadnât thought the little weasel had it in her. But when Betty started blushing with embarrassment, she knew the little nine-year-old was just the same as always. Good . She didnât need a sassy pants following her around.
Amber broke into laughter. âOkay, so Iâll believe you. But I canât help you because I donât really know how to bring you back home.â
Betty had figured so.
âCâmon,â Amber said, and Betty reluctantly stood up. She didnât feel like walking. Where was the car? No cars. Nothing except hot sand under her feet, each muscle pleading for sleep, each step slower than the one before. They walked for what seemed like hours, even though Amber, with her weird perky attitude, said it was only a ten-minute walk. Yeah, right.
âItâs here!â Amber said.
âGreatâ¦â Betty said sarcastically.
Having more than one adventure in a day was starting to feel like too much.
***
It had been a long day, but Betty and Amber still looked around the village, this one called Polinia. It looked identical to the previous one and the two girls felt somewhat at home as they took in the familiar surroundings. After taking one last look around Polinia, the two girls headed toward a shabby-looking house. The house had a brown roof and door. There were white curtainsâand, suddenly, somebody opened them from the inside. It was a lady with white hair in a bun and a face that looked as if it spied all day on the people who passed her house.
Soon, the ladyâs icy blue eyes landed on Amber and she beckoned her to come inside. Amber, who seemed to trust the lady, went to the house and Betty reluctantly followed.
The lady opened the door and let Amber in, her face not changing, but when Betty tried to go through the door, the lady closed it right in her face.
Betty, thinking that was very rude, was still curious, and peered through the curtains that covered the glass windows. The lady did not seem to notice, for she was busy talking to Amber. Betty saw
âYouâll get home soon. Your home canât be far away, can it?â Amber asked.
Betty sat up and gulped. âActually, it can.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âListen,â Betty started. âI donât think you know how I got here, and I donât know that much about it either. This is not my world. I came here by book, a book called Amberâs Big Adventure . I donât know why or how, but at least thatâs what I think happened. I just woke up in the middle of the night, and the book was glowing and humming and it said âBetty Pems Hilmar, you are going to be sucked into this book in two minutes. Please gather all your belongings.â And, of course, I didnât do anything because I didnât believe that the book was talking to me. I thought it was a dream or something. But it wasnât lying when it said that I was going to be sucked into it, because that did happen, and then I suddenly appeared in your world. Iâm so confused,â Betty finished.
Amber was confused too, but Betty couldnât explain it any better. She barely understood the situation herself.
âSoâ¦you came here by book and you donât know why or how? Thatâs just silly! Thatâs unbelievable!â Amber said, laughing.
âWell, youâre ten years old and youâre fighting off giant squids!â Betty said defensively. Then she stopped herself. Amber is just so unrealistic. I mean, fighting dragons at the age of what, nine?
Thatâs what Peggy had said, yesterday morning, and Betty had gotten so angry. Yet today, she had said almost the same exact thing. Who was she turning into? Didnât she love the Amber series the same as always? She glanced at the girl next to her, rude and so different from what she had imagined.
She knew the answer, even though she was reluctant to say so.
Amber stared at Betty. She had to admit, she hadnât thought the little weasel had it in her. But when Betty started blushing with embarrassment, she knew the little nine-year-old was just the same as always. Good . She didnât need a sassy pants following her around.
Amber broke into laughter. âOkay, so Iâll believe you. But I canât help you because I donât really know how to bring you back home.â
Betty had figured so.
âCâmon,â Amber said, and Betty reluctantly stood up. She didnât feel like walking. Where was the car? No cars. Nothing except hot sand under her feet, each muscle pleading for sleep, each step slower than the one before. They walked for what seemed like hours, even though Amber, with her weird perky attitude, said it was only a ten-minute walk. Yeah, right.
âItâs here!â Amber said.
âGreatâ¦â Betty said sarcastically.
Having more than one adventure in a day was starting to feel like too much.
***
It had been a long day, but Betty and Amber still looked around the village, this one called Polinia. It looked identical to the previous one and the two girls felt somewhat at home as they took in the familiar surroundings. After taking one last look around Polinia, the two girls headed toward a shabby-looking house. The house had a brown roof and door. There were white curtainsâand, suddenly, somebody opened them from the inside. It was a lady with white hair in a bun and a face that looked as if it spied all day on the people who passed her house.
Soon, the ladyâs icy blue eyes landed on Amber and she beckoned her to come inside. Amber, who seemed to trust the lady, went to the house and Betty reluctantly followed.
The lady opened the door and let Amber in, her face not changing, but when Betty tried to go through the door, the lady closed it right in her face.
Betty, thinking that was very rude, was still curious, and peered through the curtains that covered the glass windows. The lady did not seem to notice, for she was busy talking to Amber. Betty saw
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