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Join us for the launch of Facehooked by Suzana Flores

Open Books River North (213 W. Institute Place) is pleased to host the launch of Facehooked: How Facebook Affects Our Emotions, Relationships, and Lives by Suzana Flores on Saturday October 18th at 7 pm!


The number of Facebook users worldwide exceeded one billion in August of 2012. With the increase in Facebook users, psychologists have seen an alarming increase in the number of Facebook-related complaints from their clients. Dr. Suzana Flores, clinical psychologist, has interviewed Facebook users of all ages for three years exploring the positive and negative features of Facebook and evaluating the effect it has on our lives.

Facehooked explores the eight problems most-commonly found on Facebook, including controversial topics such as self-esteem, privacy, peer pressure, emotional manipulation, and stalking. Once these problems have been identified, readers are not only provided with the practical tools and activities to help identify and avoid unhealthy behaviors, but also suggestions for healthier interactions on Facebook in the future. 

Suzana E. Flores is a licensed clinical psychologist with over ten years of experience. A social-media expert and commentator, she is sought after as a speaker and author on national and international newscasts, podcasts, radio shows, and talk shows. She is a regular blog contributor and is frequently featured on The Ron Kelly Show. Dr. Flores holds a Doctorate in Clinical Psychology from Argosy University and a Master in Counseling Psychology from Loyola University Chicago.

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Meet our fall intern Sierra Witham!

 It’s September, which means Open Books has welcomed brand-new interns to our colorful offices! Read on to learn more about Sierra Witham, one of our amazing new fall interns!

The teacher who converted me into a grammarian once declared “laugh” an inaccurate word to describe the sound my mouth so frequently makes. Apparently I don’t laugh. I “cackle.”

That teacher, Mrs. Swank, taught English at Brebeuf Jesuit Preparatory School in Indianapolis, the school from which I graduated in June of 2014. In August of 2015, I will begin studying at Kenyon College. If you don’t eschew math like I do, you might be a tad confused. I opted to take a gap year between high school and college.

It’s not that I want a break from school; I relish learning, even in a formal setting. (I recently registered for an adult seminar on the Lincoln-Douglas debates at The Newberry.) I want to experience what my future would entail with the majors I’m considering: political science, sociology, and English. I also want to immerse myself in a different culture. In March, I will begin my ten-week stint as a full-time volunteer with a human rights NGO in Hanoi, Vietnam. I requested a gap year from Kenyon’s dean because I’m eighteen. Why not live?

Let’s rewind. My wonderful high school offers a creative writing class, which enabled me to play with protagonists I intend to pursue further, such as the daughter of the Cubs’ General Manager. Disclaimer: I am not a Cubs fan. I am a fan of Cubs fans. Go unwavering support!

During my tenure as Brebeuf’s student newspaper’s opinion editor, I defended Prii pride, urged both males and females not to measure their self-worth by the number of likes their Instagram posts accumulate, chronicled my week without a shower (and my consequent diagnosis of ringworm), and so on. Perhaps my willingness to practice poor hygiene explains why my classmates deemed me “Most Likely to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse”? I don’t know. Regardless, they were wrong.

My knack for writing derives from my enthusiasm for reading. The great folks I met yesterday on my first day at Open Books and I are on the same page: books are important. They’re tools for empathy. They assist people in creating their identity. Personally, I’ve adopted Chris McCandless’s (Into the Wild) frustration with society and Hazel Grace Lancaster’s (The Fault in Our Stars) gratitude. Books facilitate fulfillment, as ambitious characters inspire readers to be ambitious. Therefore, literacy means more to me than an increase in opportunities. Literacy means happier people in a fairer world.

What do I like apart from the power of books? Hozier, 30 Rock, Mental Floss, social documentaries, breakfast lovers tea (or English breakfast tea with lavender), and trance dances.

Oh, by the way, I’m Sierra.

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Meet Fall Intern Nikki Howard!

It’s September, which means Open Books has welcomed brand-new interns to our colorful offices! Read on to learn more about Nikki Howard, one of our amazing new fall interns!


Hello! My name is Nikki, and I’m a literacy intern at Open Books. I hail from the towering cliff dubbed Briar Cliff University (it’s more of a big hill than a cliff but we just roll with it), and I’m an English and Writing double major. I’m here in Chicago for the semester, ready to soak up all that I can, and I’m super excited for Open Books to be a large part of it!

First of all, I’m just going to get that book nerd, coffee loving stereotype out in the open; yes, I am one of them. I could even be a leader of the movement based on my book collection and two years working as a barista. Looking around the Open Books office though, I’m pretty sure I’m with my kind of people, so I’m very happy about that.

In other news, a large portion of my time outside of work is split into reading, writing, and interneting. Yeah, I’m just gonna make that a word. I’m a sucker for Young Adult lit, but I’ll read anything that catches my interest—whether it’s cover art or plot—which is really just more fuel for my book addiction.

I’m also a writer-hoping-to-be-turned-author-someday, which is why Open Books seemed like the place to be; the programs they provide are pretty similar to how I got started writing. Plus, the world of literature is such a broad spectrum of reading, writing, editing, publishing, analyzing, sharing, etc.; I’ve only recently figured out that I might want to do something with publishing. So, while I’m a bit lost on what I want to do for my career, I have a strong dedication towards getting out into the world to find it. Luckily, Open Books seemed like the perfect place to start. I’m confident that this internship will be the shining beacon leading me to a book filled, coffee scented future, and I’m excited to get started.

P.S. Yes, that is my adorable dog and her adorable face that I will never get over.

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Meet our Field Trip Fellow Samantha Schoville!

It’s September, which means Open Books is gearing up for another year of Adventures In Creative Writing Field Trips at our Literacy Center. We’re pleased to announce the amazing Samantha Schoville has joined us as a Fellow to oversee the program!


Chronic journaler, bookworm, poetry enthusiast, literary lover; these are all ways to describe my relationship to words. Words have been a question, answer and refuge all in one. Sharing this love is now my job! Could things be better?

Coming to Open Books this year as the Field Trip Fellow has been an answer to my educator conundrum. After completing my master’s degree in elementary education, I have been witness to the changing landscape of writing in schools. For some schools writing simply doesn’t exist. For many, it follows the Common Core State Standard trend of “nonfiction, non-narrative” text. Though nonfiction is necessary, the juiciness of writing often involves the personal. Being in a creative environment where kids can unleash their thoughts on paper, without parameters they may otherwise have is a fresh of breath air. 

After following a short stint at 826CHI, I found the fellowship for Open Books. Gladly joining forces here, I am newly inspired to get back to writing myself. Recently, I returned to a contemplative writing group that I joined nearly ten years ago. The teacher infuses Buddhist meditation with writing prompts. The results are often raw but absolutely amazing.  Being around other writers, whether they write professionally or just for fun is supportive and motivating.

When I’m not thinking about these things, I am often found out for a run, in the kitchen crafting my next culinary creation or attempting to habla espanol. I love to travel and have lived for extended periods in France, Kenya and Turkey. If anyone wants to have a dance party, just give a holler; it’s one of my favorite things to do. And if you must know my Achilles tendon, it’s absolutely thrift stores. We just moved and my boyfriend was not happy to see my many boxes of accumulated National Geographics and necessary trinkets. I can’t pass up a deal.

What else? Want more info? Just ask. I’m friendly like a true Wisconsinite (my homeland), and am grateful for new friends here at Open Books. 

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A Discussion with Rachel Bertsche

Open Books presents An Evening with Rachel Bertsche, hosted by Britt Julious, Thursday October 9th at 6 p.m.

After her bestselling first book, MWF Seeking BFF, Rachel sets her sights on the glamorous lives of movie stars. In Jennifer, Gwyneth and Me, she embarks on a quest to emulate her Hollywood role models—while sticking to a budget—to see if they really hold the keys to happiness. In discussion with local writer Britt Julious, Rachel will explain the preparations behind the project, her own relationship to Hollywood, and her biggest takeaways from writing Jennifer, Gwyneth and Me.


In addition to her books, Rachel has written for the New York Times Magazine, O, The Oprah Magazine, Marie Claire, More, Teen Vogue, Cosmopolitan, Seventeen, Every Day with Rachael Ray, Fitness, Women’s Health, New York, Huffington Post,, and more. Rachel has written about everything from porn films to shark skin, and her work has been included in three of the O, The Oprah Magazine annual anthologies. 


Host Britt Julious is a born and bred Chicagoan with a devotion to snappy pieces of really, really good writing. In 2014, Britt founded Inland, an online and print publication examining contemporary Midwest culture. She also writes for a variety of different publications and organizations including Vice, where she is the Chicago contributor, The Guardian, WBEZ, Pitchfork and Rookie. She currently serves as the senior editor of literary site This Recording where she is free to expound on the merits of Ishiguro and Whitney Houston equally. In 2012, The Chicago Reader named her the city’s “Best Local Writer Who Excels at Social Media.” She is a champion for the underdog, a lover of sequins and a proud Black Hippie.

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Meet our new fall intern Ashley McDonald!

It’s September, which means Open Books has welcomed brand-new interns to our colorful offices! Read on to learn more about Ashley McDonald, one of our amazing new fall interns!

I think words have always been my thing. If we met in person, you might not know it, because I would spend a good portion of the conversation babbling, or backpedaling, or laughing at a poor choice of words that could be misinterpreted. I like the backspace key quite a lot and use it everyday.

Ashley’s the name, and being a student at North Park University is currently my game. I’m hoping to graduate in December 2015 with a BA in Philosophy and English with a Creative Writing emphasis.

My educational adventures took me to Austria this past semester, where I studied American Literature among many non-Americans. It took my country count up to nine (unless you count countries that you travel through, in which case, it’s at twelve). I learned a very basic amount of German, most of which I cannot recall on command now, and I found a new comfort level in being completely outside of my comfort zone.

One of my favorite things to do is actually my current job (can you say: goody-two-shoes, suck-up, or nerd?) as a writing advisor in my school’s library. Not only does this fit in with my natural writing ability, but it’s a remarkably fulfilling job. I’ve been trained to show students that they are capable of writing—and not just writing to pass the class or satisfy the teacher, but to write in order to communicate their own thoughts and perspectives. I’ve seen students improve their writing and find confidence in their own voices, and the satisfaction that affords me is indescribable.

On that note, I think empowerment is an incredible thing. I’ve been volunteering with a ministry that teaches women in India how to sew, write their names, and run their own businesses, and (though I’m involved from afar) that has been a similar experience. The human capacity to learn and grow is truly amazing.

Open Books has this same mentality, and to me, it is the most attractive part about being a literacy intern here. Not only does my job revolve around one of my favorite activities, but I get to be a part of the Open Books Buddies Program, which helps students become better readers. Oh, the things you can do when you read well! Oh, the doors that open up when you love books! Oh, the vocabulary! These students will gain skills in reading, confidence in their ability to learn, and the courage to try new, difficult things.

I can’t imagine a better place to be.

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Meet Our September Vol-Star, Margie Zolla!

September’s Vol-Star is the wonderful Margie Zolla, an invaluable fixture in our bookstore. Margie is a hardworking bookstore volunteer, generous with both her time and otherwise (she gave us 3 chairs within weeks of beginning here) and a voracious reader who loves helping staff and customers find the perfect books. Our store wouldn’t be the same without the help of volunteers like Margie. Read on to better know this fantastic volunteer (here pictured on her last birthday)! 

What has been your favorite/most rewarding moment as an Open Books volunteer so far? I don’t have one moment. I’ve always loved being around books and just being in the store makes me happy. I also love arguing with Kevin and Lizzy about what books they like and think are good or great. Lizzy and I agree some of the time. Kevin and I are diametrically opposed on most books and authors. In my case I think I do it to annoy Kevin.

What is a tradition from your childhood that you would love to pass on? When we lost a tooth, instead of finding money under our pillows from the tooth fairy, we found a treasure map. We had to find all the clues which lead to the money. I never minded losing a tooth.

If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? CARBS

What is your biggest pet peeve? I have two – 1) Stupidity and 2) people who won’t take responsibility for their actions and their lives.

What are you reading right now/what’s the last book you finished? I finished The Circle by Dave Eggers and found it one of the most terrifying books I have ever read. The way social media has taken hold, I can see this book happening. I would suggest everyone read it. I also finished The Silkworm (book #2 about a PI named Cormoran Strike) by JK Rowling. An OK read. I enjoyed the first book in the series better. I’m reading The Book of Life by Deborah Harkness. It is the last book in the All Souls Trilogy - A Discovery of Witches and Shadow of Night were the first 2. I’m really enjoying them.

If you could instantly be good at any given thing, what talent would you choose to have? Multi-lingual. I have no ear for foreign languages and have always struggled with learning a different language. I would love to speak many languages fluently.

Who is your favorite character from a fiction or non-fiction book? Elizabeth Bennett from Pride & Prejudice. She managed to hold her own against anyone and everyone without being rude and was tolerant of other people’s flaws. I envy her self-restraint. (this is not fair) I just looked at Jamie Crockett’s [ed. note: our August Vol-Star] answers and she said Elizabeth Bennet…I swear I didn’t copy it from her…

Thanks for all you do for us, Margie! 

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Sneak Peeks from our Publishing Academy Publications: Part 3

Gabriel is one of our talented and creative student authors who completed novels at our 2014 Publishing Academy summer program. We’re so excited to present a very special sneak peek of his book to be published at our author launch in September!

Chapter One

        Tanwen woke up to the sound of the morning horn (making a moaning noise not too different from cattle’s groan), the chirping of the birds and the “SPLISH SPLASH” of the running streams that glistened in the sunlight. With the smell of pine needles lingering in his nostrils and the warmth of the fur cloth on his cheeks, Tanwen arose and started the day. He dressed in a cloth robe, and a leather belt with a buckle, before looking at his reflection and the space around him. The space around Tanwen was a teepee, structured with wood and draped with tan cloth, alike the material that made up his robe. The teepee’s space was about ten by ten in yards, smelled deeply like pine needles and lavender and its only decoration was a pine-crafted mirror. Tanwen’s reflection shown in the mirror, his eyes were pierced and ghostly gray and his cheekbones were defined, his features were almost wolf-like.

        Tanwen left the tent after dressing up, and started for the forest, where he and Andra would soon meet. He followed the stone pathway through the grassland, passing the occasional tent (which looked exactly like his own), while the sun scorched his back and sweat dripped to the end of his lips. The grass was about three feet tall, and turned yellow at the tip. Tanwen noticed the radiant glowing leaves that covered the trees, as he walked this time slowly, comparably speaking as to when he was only a little boy. Step by step, he opened his eyes to the mountains outstretched far past the horizon, and swam past the cold mountain streams every few miles. The pebbles along the pathway dug into his sandals, making him glad he was not barefoot.

        Finally Tanwen reached the Isolde Lake, where Andra wearing her cloth dress and belt, was swimming gracefully. She stopped and looked up towards the ledge where Tanwen was standing and greeted him, with a wide smile showing off all her teeth, and a wave. She lifted her legs and set her feet on the freezing beach shore, and stood up, as Tanwen carefully descended down the ledge, using only his dagger and left hand to keep him from falling down. Suddenly as Tanwen stuck his dagger deep in the rocky side it got stuck, nervous after attempting to pull the dagger out numerous times, he gave one last try before pleading for help. He pulled it out roughly and with all his strength, only to lose balance and be greeted by the rocky shore with a “THUD”! Andra started laughing crazily, while pulling up my tired body to a sitting position, and sat by him as her laugh ceased. Andra out stretched her arms on back of her, on the ground and lounged, while looking up at the sunny sky. Tanwen after feeling his body again sat in a position where his legs were crossed and looked at the ground where the pebbles lay.

        Andra could look towards the sky forever, and dream, but Tanwen was always down to earth and looked towards where the mountains and the lake met. Now that the humor had ended, and the pain on Tanwen’s back had become numb, the mood steadied and all they could hear was the crash of the waves and chirp of the birds. Under the ledge Tanwen fell from, they had shade, and the sun shined on the lake, making the perfect scene for them to relax. Andra now with a serious expression spoke “Remember when we were children?” “Yeah and we would dream about going on adventures… with dragons, knights and princesses, and have sword fights using wooden swords! You would beat me every time,” said Tanwen as he gazed towards the lake and wished he could go farther.

        “Well I have found something Mysterious!” she said as her blond hair flew in the wind, and a smile emerged from her face. “Come with me!” she said in an excited tone, as she got up and sprinted as fast as her legs could take her. She ran towards the tundra that lay just in front of the mountains, while Tanwen followed. As Tanwen ran and tried to catch up to Andra he realized he had never been here, a bolt of energy went through him, he was going on an adventure! The scenery changed from a beautiful sunny lake to a rocky tundra in only moments, and Tanwen’s heart leaped as he thought of that.

        Soon Andra suddenly stopped and bent down towards a crater on the rock floor, Tanwen knew something was there, just by the look in her eyes, and the reflection captured in them. As Tanwen stopped he noticed an oval shaped egg, with a spiral design around it, in some sort of nest. A dragon nest…

        Several emotions flooded inside Tanwen, fear, joy and curiosity. His heartbeat, leaped and sunk to his sandals in a second flat. Tanwen exchanged looks with Andra, first with shock then with a teeth less smile. He turned towards the rocky steaming tundra, and looked past the mountains, where towns and adventure lay. His heart beat vigorously, and he opened his eyes to adventure and going farther, like when he was young.

        He turned towards Andra, and examined her blond hair, foam blue eyes, small foxlike features and wide smile on her face that Tanwen could read any day. She wanted to raise a dragon with him, and Tanwen couldn’t have been happier to do so.

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Meet our new fall intern Sara Wellner!

It’s September, which means Open Books has welcomed brand-new interns to our colorful offices! Read on to learn more about Sarah Wellner, one of our fall interns.


My name is Sarah Wellner, and I am a recent graduate from Western Illinois University with a B.S. Psychology degree.  I am thrilled to be here on my first day at Open Books as a fall intern!
    In college I was a member of the Alpha Sigma Tau sorority, where I gained a passion for service and philanthropic efforts. Many people have negative stigmas about sorority women, and I will admit that I did before I became a member as well. Little did I know that it would change my life in so many ways. Being a member of such an amazing organization inspired me to become a leader and it made me want to impact others’ lives. It became important to me to help those in need and to be a friendly face to everyone.
    As many young 20 somethings are, I too, am still figuring out “what I want to be when I grow up”. With my love for helping others in mind, I am most certain that I want to devote my life to being an inspiration, a leader, a confidant, and a support system to others. I have recently narrowed down my career path focus to something that combines my love for organizational communication and my service-oriented personality into one goal: a career in non-profits. I am so excited to get my career path started here at Open Books. I also have a strong passion for working with children and adults alike, so this place is perfect for me! I strongly value education, and want to pass that onto children and motivate them to strive towards their educational goals and teach them that they can change the world through knowledge and kindness towards others.
    With my inspiration and career goals being said, let’s get to the fun stuff! I absolutely love traveling. I have been fortunate enough to have traveled out of the country to Japan, Poland, Ireland, Prague, and Mexico. I have been to many places in the U.S. including California, Hawaii, Alaska, New York City, and more. I will never see enough of this world. My dad has his pilots license and my favorite hobby is going flying with him in his little orange plane. I love cooking, movies, music, concerts, and of course reading. I’m always looking for new experiences and new interactions with different people. I am thrilled for my adventure at Open Books to begin!

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Sneak Peeks from our Publishing Academy Publications: Part 2

Lucy is the second of our amazing student authors who completed novels at our 2014 Publishing Academy summer program. We’re so excited to present a very special sneak peek of her book, The Legacy, to be published at our author launch in September!


The Legacy

By Lucy N

Chapter 1

The bright morning sun slowly filtered in through the blinds, and I sat up in bed, yawning and stretching. The fresh smell of cooking bacon wafted through the air, and I cringed. My foster mom still hasn’t figured out that I hate bacon, even though I’ve been living with her for almost two years. My mother died while giving birth to me, so it had just been me and my father until six years ago, when I was 10. Then, without warning, he disappeared. So, I was thrown into the foster system.

“Happy birthday, Willa!” shouted a voice beside me. I shrieked, jumping up. My friend Ace popped up from his sleeping bag next to my bed.

“Oh my God, Ace! Don’t scare me like that!” I exclaimed, throwing a pillow at his head. I had forgotten that he had decided to stay the night. Ace laughed, making fun of my reaction.

“Don’t tell me that I actually scared you,” he said. I just glared at him. Suddenly Ace turned his head toward the door, sniffing the air.

“Is that bacon?” he asked enthusiastically.

I just nodded with a sour expression on my face. Suddenly Ace looking at me with a devious grin. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him, but it was too late. He launched himself at me, hands outstretched. His hands found my sides, and he began to tickle me.

“Stop it! Stop that, Ace!” I said, attempting to slap his hands away. He attacked me more vigorously, making me giggle.

“Stop…s-stop it!” I said, gasping for breath.

“Only if you tell me that you love bacon!” Ace said with a grin.

“N-never!” I protested in between giggles. But I didn’t hold out for long. “Fine! Fine! I love bacon!” I shouted.

“Ha! Victory!” Ace cried as he stopped tickling. I maturely stuck my tongue out at him.

“Breakfast is ready!” I heard my foster mom, Shelly, shout from the kitchen. Ace leapt up, stumbling through the door and down the stairs. I rolled my eyes.

“Boys and their stomachs,” I muttered under my breath. I threw on some jeans and my favorite graphic tee, put my long, wavy red hair into my signature side braid, and slipped on my converse.

When I got downstairs, Ace had a giant plateful of bacon in front of him. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, simply grabbed the box of Cheerios from the cupboard, and poured myself a bowl.

“Rachel, wouldn’t you like some bacon?” I resisted the urge to bang my head on the table. Almost two years and she still hasn’t learned my name. I saw Ace holding back a snicker out of the corner of my eye, and I elbowed him sharply.

“No thank you. Cereal is just fine,” I said in a fake, sweet voice.

“Okay kids, I’m heading to the gym. Be safe!” Shelly said, before going out the back door.

Ding dong. The sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house. I got up, volunteering to see who was at the door.

“Willa!” exclaimed my friend Addison as I opened the door. “Happy birthday!” I grinned as Addison smothered me in a hug. “So… does it feel any different to be sixteen?”

I shrugged. “Not really. Hey, why don’t you come eat breakfast with us? Shelly made bacon.”

“Sure! I am assuming Ace is here?” Addison inquired. I nodded, and we both headed to the kitchen. When we walked in, I saw that Ace’s entire plate of bacon was almost gone. I shook my head at him.

“Hey, Addison,” he greeted with a mouthful of bacon.

“Hi, Ace,” Addison responded.

“Oh, hey, Willa, I have—” Ace began.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I reprimanded. Ace rolled his eyes, and once he finished chewing he was about to say something, but I interrupted him.

“Do you guys hear that?” I asked. There was a strange humming sound that seemed to be coming from upstairs. Both Addison and Ace cocked their heads, trying to listen.

“Yeah, I can hear that. What do you think it is?” asked Addison. I shrugged.

“You guys go ahead and check it out. I’m staying with my bacon,” Ace said.

Addison and I exchanged a look, and I led the way upstairs, following the strange humming sound. It sounded like something really big was vibrating. My heart started to pound, and I grasped Addison’s arm. The sound got louder the closer we got to my room, so I cautiously pushed my door open.

“What is it?” asked Addison.

“Shush,” I said quietly, creeping into the room with her behind me. I could see my bookcase vibrating and snatched my Swiss army knife off my nightstand, sticking it in my pocket. Addison looked at me questioningly, but I shook my head. We both walked over to the bookcase, but I couldn’t see to find the reason for the vibrating.

“Willa!” Addison said over the loud humming sound. “Look!” She pointed to a small box on the bottom of the shelf that seemed to be vibrating even more than the bookcase. I quickly knelt down and picked up the box, and the bookcase immediately stopped moving. The box continued to vibrate and hum as I fumbled with the latch on the front of it. Once I got it unlocked, I set it on the floor and threw the lid to the side. Shocked, I stared at the contents.

Addison gasped. It was the pendant that my dad had given me when I was younger. It was a gold disc about the same size as a dollar coin, on a black leather cord. The pendant had some sort of strange-looking labyrinth pattern on it. But what shocked me was that it was glowing. It was glowing a bright gold, and vibrating strongly. In a daze, I reached out and picked it up but dropped it immediately, and it fell to the ground.

“Ouch! Hot, hot, hot!” I cried, shaking my hand.

The pendant fell to the ground with a thud and began to spin. The light coming from it was becoming brighter  with every second. It was spinning so quickly that I could no longer see the designs on it. I glances at Addison, and she that she was staring at it with wide eyes, her jaw hanging open. Addison looked over at me and we locked eyes. 

Suddenly, just when we thought that the pendant couldn’t spin any faster and the humming couldn’t get any louder, there was a bright flash and




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