Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Mysterious Photograph

By Sophia Lin

 

I opened the book, and out slipped a photograph of a girl standing in front of the Washington Monument. I didn’t know who it was and how it got into the book, so I went to ask my best friend Abby if she knew whom it was because she was the one who recommended this book to read.

“Ding-dong,” rang Abby’s doorbell. I pressed it twice more. “Ding-dong, ding-dong.”

“Elle,” Abby said.

“Yes, it’s me,” I replied.

“Come in,” Abby said.

After I finished telling Abby about the photograph, we sprinted back to my house and ran into my room. In an instant, we were carefully inspecting the photograph, and in about half an hour, we discovered quite a few interesting facts.

Number one: The girl was 10 years old.

Number two: The girl’s name was Emma.

Number three: The photo was taken last week.

Number four: The girl lived at 47 School Lane.

“Time for dinner,” Mom called. “Abby, you have to go home.”

“Okay, Mom,” I called as I walked downstairs.

“Bye,” Abby said. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” I replied. “Actually, wait a second. Mom, can Abby and I have a sleepover?” I asked.

“Sure, if it’s fine with Abby’s mom,” Mom said. “Go ask her.”

“Okay,” I said.

Abby and I raced to her house. “Ding-dong,” rang the doorbell.

Abby’s younger sister, Shannon, answered the door. “Mommy, Abby wants you,” called Shannon.

“Abby, I’m cooking,” Abby’s mom shouted over the noise the stove was making. “Why don’t you come here?”

“Okay,” Abby replied. “Come on, Elle.”

“Mom, can Elle and I have a sleepover?” Abby asked.

“Today?” Abby’s mom asked.

“Yes,” I reply

“Okay, if it’s fine with your mom, Elle,” Abby’s mom said.

“We already asked my mom.” I replied.

“Okay then,” Abby’s mom said. “Go ahead.”

“I need to get my pajamas and my book,” Abby said. “And my notebook.”

“Okay, I’ll wait,” I replied.

“Go ahead, Elle,” Abby said. “I’ll be there soon.”

As I went, I thought about what we would do at the sleepover. We would inspect the photograph even more carefully than ever.

“Knock, knock, knock.” My mother answered the door.

“Where’s Abby?” my mom asked.

“I’m here!” Abby replied. In a split second, Abby was next to me. I had walked so slowly that Abby had caught up by running!

After everyone was seated, we started to eat. The food mom had cooked was so delicious! I had a feeling that Abby thought it was very yummy, too.

In no time at all, we were upstairs in my room. Somehow, the photograph was not on the rug anymore. It was on the wall, and it was about the size of a full-length mirror! It gave us quite a fright when it started talking!

“Get your backpacks, and take the envelope on Elle’s bed,” the photograph instructed. “In the envelope is a key. Put the key in the girl’s hand, and jump into the photograph.”

Abby and I locked eyes and nodded. We did as we were told and ended up in Washington, D.C., with Emma! She gave us photographs to visit other kids from around the world. After we visited them all, we would visit her again and become M.P.T. (Master Photograph Travelers) and get the bookmark of M.P.T.

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