The Book Of Time
Nora bent down to pick it up. It was a book. Her teacher had told her that a thousand years ago, there was something called a book. It was very old and thorn and the pages were yellow and wrinkled. There was a rose drawn on the cover. It must have once been a very pretty book, but the ink was fading and the cover was peeling. The words "The Book Of Time" was written in gold ink on the cover.
The word "Diary" was written in neat cursive handwriting on the top of the first page. Below it, someone had written "This diary is the property of Isabelle Tay, if found, please return to #03-530, BLK 350, Corporation Drive, Taman Jurong, Singapore"
"Odd name, " Nora muttered to Morris. He gasped, pointing to two words at the bottom of the page. "To Nora."