The Notebook

I have an amazing blue notebook. Hundreds of papers were packed under the hard cover. When I touched the notebook with my fingers, a kind of special feeling pushed me hold it up. Actually, it is not an ordinary notebook. People can be led by this to another strange world once they open it. By staying with it, I gradually learned about who marvellous the world was.

 I found it in an old store for my math homework. However, everything changed after I opened this crazy notebook. The first page was just a normal white paper with many horizontal lines. The paper  was neat and beautiful. However, unlike most of the new notebooks, it always smelled like dust. I thought that was just because of the wind and transformation. I grabbed my pen, and prepared to do my homework. Suddenly, the lines started disappearing, and a weird picture emerged from the white. It was a little boy in the picture. He was only five years old I guess. The boy seemed confused, and the background might be the sofa in his home. “ Is this some weird chemical reactions?” I frowned.  After two seconds, I was even more shocked! The boy started moving in my notebook! I wondered if it was really a notebook. I looked at the boy’s face; he was as terrified as me. “ What are you!! Did I buy a new iPad from the grocery store?!” I was curious about what would happened next, then I tried to open the second page.

Same as the last one, after a few seconds, a person’s face appeared on the paper. Nonetheless, this face looked more familiar. She was woman around twenty, who has a bunch of crazy brown hair.  “ You work in that store!” I recognised her. Some words appeared on the paper near her neck. Apparently, she was writing on the paper. “ Hi, sorry for not telling you before this. This notebook, so called The Mirror, can be used for communication. they existed in pairs before. Now, since the order had been broken, it is no more meaningful to us. Exploring the world with it! You are lucky. ” I did not know how to respond. “ However, one day in the future, we would recall all of them, so please keep in touch.” This was so unbelievable! I saw she smiled to me, and disappeared gradually. In the next few days, I took this notebook with me all the time. When ever I opened it, someone would always appear from the other side of the world. Sometimes that was a middle age woman, and sometimes a old man. Scientists, doctors, artists, and students……I have met hundreds of people with my note book. Actually, it was more like my magic box. Whenever I need help, I can easily find the right person to talk with.

I think I own a treasure now. You may say it can not technically be a notebook now, because I used it on nothing more except communication. However, this magic notebook is still used for recording like its millions of siblings, but in another more fabulous way.