Later that morning, after school, he heard a thump outside his window. He had been reading Percy Jackson and he put it down. He looked out the window and saw a book. Jonny’s heart skipped a beat. It had no title. He went down the stairs, outside into the back garden and picked up the book. As the sky was falling into a dark blue, Jonny noticed it was very muddy yet it looked clean from a long way away. He opened the book with an ear-splitting shriek. The book was writing itself! How! Jonny threw it into the rubbish bin and stomped it down into the bottom. He ran upstairs and shut all the lights. He put his nightlight on and slept.
Later that morning, after school, he heard a thump outside his window. He had been reading Percy Jackson and he put it down. He looked out the window and saw a book. Jonny’s heart skipped a beat. It had no title. He went down the stairs, outside into the back garden and picked up the book. As the sky was falling into a dark blue, Jonny noticed it was very muddy yet it looked clean from a long way away. He opened the book with an ear-splitting shriek. The book was writing itself! How! Jonny threw it into the rubbish bin and stomped it down into the bottom. He ran upstairs and shut all the lights. He put his nightlight on and slept.