The Magic Book series, book 1 Read Online Free Page B
Author: Elsa Bridger
Tags: Fairies, magic book, poems, travel to another world, adventure book for children, magic tree, adventure at school, discovering fairyland, power of self belief, the power of good over evil
earnestly.
“Eat up then
ladies,” she said, as she set down plates of tuna pasta bake and
broccoli before them. The girls ate hungrily in silence, lost in
their own thoughts and eager to get back to see if Sophie’s picture
had come to life.
“Can we get
down now please?” asked Felicity as soon as she swallowed the last
mouthful of her meal.
“Don’t you want
dessert?” asked their mother.
“I’m full up,”
she answered.
“Me too,”
agreed Sophie.
“Off you go
then – take your plates out to the kitchen please,” she added
before they had a chance to evade one of their responsibilities.
Not for the first time, their mother wondered what on earth was
going on with her daughters. Refusing dessert was a first, without
even checking to see what it was too! Perhaps Mrs Vincent was
right, she pondered, maybe they were sickening for something.
A Plea for
Help
Back upstairs
the girls paused outside their bedroom with Sophie’s hand hovering
over the door handle; she turned to Felicity and asked:
“Ready?”
“You bet!”
Felicity answered. “Come on!”
They carefully
opened the door a crack and peeped in. Only silence met their ears,
not even the slightest noise that delicate fluttering wings might
create. So they opened it a little wider and cautiously tip-toed
in. The book was just where Sophie had left it, with the picture
very much still a picture, and still on the page.
“Ohhh!” they
cried in disappointment.
“Maybe it only
works once,” Felicity wondered, half to Sophie, half to
herself.
“What now?”
asked Sophie.
“Just put the
stupid book in your bag and we’ll give it back to Mrs Vincent
tomorrow. I’m going to bed.” Felicity flounced back out of the room
and headed to the bathroom to clean her teeth.
Their mother
couldn’t believe it when she went up later to check on them and
found them already in bed.
“Are you both
feeling poorly?” she asked, concern in her voice. She felt their
brows for any sign of a raised temperature.
“No, I think
you were right, too much excitement and now we’re overtired.”
Sophie yawned. “Can you read us our bedtime stories now
please?”
“Of course I
will,” their mother willingly agreed. Stories at this time of the
day were a regular thing that all three looked forward to, helping
them to unwind.
Once the
stories were told, she then kissed them goodnight. “Love you
girls,” she called softly as she slowly backed out of the doorway,
blowing a last kiss to each of her daughters in turn as she
went.
“Love you
most,” chorused the girls, as they did every night, their voices
heavy with sleep.
The girls were
still quiet next morning. “I’m not sure you should go to school
today,” worried their mother.
“We need to
give the book back. We’ll be okay Mummy,” reassured Felicity.
“Well, neither
of you seem to have a temperature. Make sure you tell someone if
you feel worse though; the school will call me if you feel too
poorly to stay. And look after each other.”
“We will,”
answered Sophie, giving Felicity a comforting hug.
After register,
Mrs Vincent held up the book that Sophie had slipped back onto her
chair first thing. “Does this belong to anyone? Sophie and Felicity
found it down the back of the drawers yesterday.”
Some children
shook their heads “no” in response, but most were uninterested on
seeing the old-fashioned looking thing.
“Well, I’ll put
it safely in here for now.” Mrs Vincent got up and locked it in her
resources cupboard, where it would be safe until the rightful owner
claimed it. “We will be doing PE this morning, so if you could go
and collect your kits from your pegs, please, and quietly make your
way to the changing rooms.”
Sophie and
Felicity slumped where they still sat. PE was their least favourite
lesson - not a good way to start the day.
Halfway through
PE Felicity had a fit of sneezing.
“Are you
feeling poorly?” Mrs Vincent
“Eat up then
ladies,” she said, as she set down plates of tuna pasta bake and
broccoli before them. The girls ate hungrily in silence, lost in
their own thoughts and eager to get back to see if Sophie’s picture
had come to life.
“Can we get
down now please?” asked Felicity as soon as she swallowed the last
mouthful of her meal.
“Don’t you want
dessert?” asked their mother.
“I’m full up,”
she answered.
“Me too,”
agreed Sophie.
“Off you go
then – take your plates out to the kitchen please,” she added
before they had a chance to evade one of their responsibilities.
Not for the first time, their mother wondered what on earth was
going on with her daughters. Refusing dessert was a first, without
even checking to see what it was too! Perhaps Mrs Vincent was
right, she pondered, maybe they were sickening for something.
A Plea for
Help
Back upstairs
the girls paused outside their bedroom with Sophie’s hand hovering
over the door handle; she turned to Felicity and asked:
“Ready?”
“You bet!”
Felicity answered. “Come on!”
They carefully
opened the door a crack and peeped in. Only silence met their ears,
not even the slightest noise that delicate fluttering wings might
create. So they opened it a little wider and cautiously tip-toed
in. The book was just where Sophie had left it, with the picture
very much still a picture, and still on the page.
“Ohhh!” they
cried in disappointment.
“Maybe it only
works once,” Felicity wondered, half to Sophie, half to
herself.
“What now?”
asked Sophie.
“Just put the
stupid book in your bag and we’ll give it back to Mrs Vincent
tomorrow. I’m going to bed.” Felicity flounced back out of the room
and headed to the bathroom to clean her teeth.
Their mother
couldn’t believe it when she went up later to check on them and
found them already in bed.
“Are you both
feeling poorly?” she asked, concern in her voice. She felt their
brows for any sign of a raised temperature.
“No, I think
you were right, too much excitement and now we’re overtired.”
Sophie yawned. “Can you read us our bedtime stories now
please?”
“Of course I
will,” their mother willingly agreed. Stories at this time of the
day were a regular thing that all three looked forward to, helping
them to unwind.
Once the
stories were told, she then kissed them goodnight. “Love you
girls,” she called softly as she slowly backed out of the doorway,
blowing a last kiss to each of her daughters in turn as she
went.
“Love you
most,” chorused the girls, as they did every night, their voices
heavy with sleep.
The girls were
still quiet next morning. “I’m not sure you should go to school
today,” worried their mother.
“We need to
give the book back. We’ll be okay Mummy,” reassured Felicity.
“Well, neither
of you seem to have a temperature. Make sure you tell someone if
you feel worse though; the school will call me if you feel too
poorly to stay. And look after each other.”
“We will,”
answered Sophie, giving Felicity a comforting hug.
After register,
Mrs Vincent held up the book that Sophie had slipped back onto her
chair first thing. “Does this belong to anyone? Sophie and Felicity
found it down the back of the drawers yesterday.”
Some children
shook their heads “no” in response, but most were uninterested on
seeing the old-fashioned looking thing.
“Well, I’ll put
it safely in here for now.” Mrs Vincent got up and locked it in her
resources cupboard, where it would be safe until the rightful owner
claimed it. “We will be doing PE this morning, so if you could go
and collect your kits from your pegs, please, and quietly make your
way to the changing rooms.”
Sophie and
Felicity slumped where they still sat. PE was their least favourite
lesson - not a good way to start the day.
Halfway through
PE Felicity had a fit of sneezing.
“Are you
feeling poorly?” Mrs Vincent