“I am Rairn Grove” he said, brushing his suit down, trying to gain back his long lost dignity.

“Have you ever wandered into a place similar to this? Well I can tell you, you haven’t. This is my shop, and I should hope that you leave immediately. ” An alarm went off, breaking the silence, and Mr Grove whirled around and started running off. “You, get out of my shop, and whatever you do not go near my book!” he called down the corridor.

Once the owner had left, Khani decided to stay for just a little bit longer. And maybe have a tiny peek at the book. Before she knew it, she was next to the table that held the dishevelled pages. Khani’s hand reached out and almost touched it, before Kiwi flew through the air and knocked Khani’s fingers out of the way. An overwhelming feeling of guilt seeped into her brain. Kiwi had knocked her into the real world.

She was about to touch a book written by a stranger, without anyone except from a hamster. But curiosity got the better of her. The book was soon open in her hands, revealing worlds of floating arcades, gloves that make you fly, a giant snow globe full of different powers of every kind. It even spoke of animals that danced on the moon, schools that teach you about every single thing in the world in an hour.

Chapter 2 part 2 Without thinking, Khani grabbed a hovering fountain pen, and opened the book. She started drawing, not pausing for a second. Curves and flicks took over the cream page, and was soon a beautiful, detailed masterpiece. Taking a step back, while admiring her work, Khani thought she saw the book shimmer. With a gasp, she watched her drawing transforming into a picture.

Kiwi tugged at her trousers. Then, the hamster ran off, bumping into walls as usual. Soon, Kiwi stopped at a door, falling on his head. A polished oak door stood, shimmering, fading in and out like ripples of water. It was eerily like a ghost. Somehow, Khani did not feel the need to enter. She just wanted to go home, to a warm fire and some bread and dripping. Khani wondered if her Mum had noticed she was gone. Maybe she was beside herself!

”Come on Kiwi.” Khani said. But Kiwi wasn’t there. He had fallen through the door.

She couldn’t lose Kiwi. In three seconds flat, she had dived through the door, and into a jungle. Ivy draped around tall, white palm trees. Exotic flowers swayed, a thousand different shades of pink and blue. Kiwi stood next to a lake so clear, it was like looking at a mirror. Crystals poked out of caves. It was exactly how it was supposed to be. It was almost like her drawing.

It WAS her drawing.