Reality of a Reader- Emoji Emotions!

     There are lots of things that happen to book enthusiasts. There are lots of good things that could happen but lots of bad things too.
      Quinn carefully and quietly tiptoed downstairs to fetch her favorite book: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows. She had read it quite a lot of times. At first she counted how many times she finished it but it got hard to remember the number the more times she read it. Maybe fifty, maybe a hundred. She had the shole book memorized. Quinn ๐Ÿ™‚ at the thought of having the book memorized. Then she heard soft footsteps. It was her mother. She quickly put down her book and ๐Ÿ˜ƒ like an ๐Ÿ˜‡.
     "What are you doing down her at five in the morning?! Get back to bed!" Quinn rolled her ๐Ÿ™„.  She lollygagged part way up the stairs until her mother was back in bed. Then she once again quietly tiptoed downstairs this time not hesitating to grab her book. With a soft swipe the book took off with Quinn.
     Quinn read the ๐Ÿ“–. Once again she ๐Ÿ˜ฑ when Harry Potter died. Then she got to the last page of the book. She ๐Ÿ˜ฅ very hard like always because the book had ended. Then she kept on reading. Time was not a thing when Quinn was reading. She read a book during class, she read a book in the hallways of school, she read a book during meals. There was never a moment when she didn't have a book with her. Reading was the only thing that "kept her alive".
     Meanwhile Quinn cluelessly read her book her mother peered through the tiny crack of Quinn's door. A sliver of light slipped through her curtain; no reaction, Quinn's mother cleared her throat as it filled with saliva; no reaction. Quinn was completely immersed in her book. Quinn's mom tiptiptoed in like a spider carefully and silently spinning it's web. She slowly crept not making a single sound.
     "Quinn! Hand me that book of yours right now!" she exclaimed. Quinn was startled. She jumped on her bed; heart thudding through the mighty walls of her rib cage. She turned to face the wrath of her mother.
     "Give me your book," her mom said firmly. With trembling hands Quinn gently placed the book in her hands. Quinn took a large gulp of breath. She anxiously awaited her fate; her prison sentence. But it never came. With her teeth๐Ÿ˜ฌ in fear, she crawled back in bed- to wake up to the disturbing beeping of her alarm a few minutes later.


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