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One day, my friends and I were in the library studying at the last minute for a test that we had in an hour. It was english. We all were going to try and become authors. It wasn’t easy. All the rules in the English language. UGG! I realized that we didn’t have a copy of one of the books that we needed. 

By the way, my name is Tephi. My mom named me because of all of the tea she drank when she had me, and how much I drank as I got older. In fact, tea helps me study. Any green tea with a teaspoon of sugar and/or a little splash of milk helps the most. I don’t know who my father is. He never showed himself to my mother.

I love knitting, crochet, and any type of needlework. I have made countless projects, and have made a good amount of money selling some of them. I usually gave them to family or friends because they would take up too much space in my room. Along with all the supplies to make them, I needed to get rid of them. I think that I got about five thousand or so dollars selling about one third of all of my projects. 

“Hey guys, I am going to go get another book that we forgot to get, okay?” I said, as I started to get up. They all just nodded their heads and kept studying. I sighed. I really did like my friends, but they took studying a BIT too far. They would study at lunch. They would study at break. They insisted on studying at 5 o’clock in the morning until 10 or 11 o’clock at night sometimes. 

It paid off most of the time though. They would always quiz each other with random questions from the content around me most of the time that we were together, so I got all of the material stuck in my head. They would also make up fun things to remember them. For example, for the elements, they would say for silver, which the symbol was Ag, “ug, it’s only silver, not gold”. 

Anyway, I was looking for the book and couldn’t find it. I was pulling a book from a shelf that had no title on the spine to see if that was it, when I heard a slight rumbling. It sounded kinda like gears turning and moving against each other. Suddenly, before I could shout out, the whole SHELF moved! The shelf, with all of the books, and the ladder WITH ME STILL ON IT! When it finally stopped, I was in a whole new room, that had several shelves, several stories high. 

Suddenly, the wall turned around again, and I was back in the library. I found the book, and went back to the table. I told them what happened, and just as I finished, the bell rang for the end of the lunch break. I got the feeling that they didn’t believe me. Thankfully, I just told them the general area and not the specific area so that they wouldn’t be able to get to the room. 

I knew that seeing the room and all the books and treasure in it would change my life. And it did. Overnight, I became famous. A lot of people suddenly wanted to talk to me, even though I didn’t know them. 

Now, everyday, I get to go in there and type up all of the stories so that everyone can read them. They are usually very old copies of stuff we already had, like copies of Bibles. I read through them ALL, and I got to say, with some of the books, I am definitely changed. It took a month to get through just one SHELF on one of the bookcases. There were about ten bookcases on each floor. Each bookcase had about 7 shelves. Each self probably had 10-15 books each. And there were about 3 floors. In all, there were probably anywhere from 2,100 to 3,150 books that I had to translate and/or copy onto the computer so that everyone could read them. 

In thanks to doing all the translating and typing of the books to make sure that everyone could read the books that I did, the university paid for the rest of my years there and paid for some of my payments for laundry, food/groceries, electricity, and many other things on top of that. 

A few years later, when I was done typing them all up and done with my study for being an author, I started to write my own books. In due time, I started to get money from the books that I had written, and soon, I had created a podcast about my books, my adventure and finding of the secret room, and the long process of how I had translated and typed up all of the books. 

Eventually, everyone started to forget about the secret room at my old university. When I came over to the university, only one of the teachers, who was younger than me, and was a year behind in studies to become an author, was there. Eventually, I had convinced everyone there that the room did in fact, exist. I did have to eventually show them where the room was. 

Sadly, when I turned seventy nine, the university was lost to a fire that started. The fire had started in the kitchen, because one of the workers had left one of the pots too long, and it had overheated, and caught on fire. Thankfully, all of the documents that I had translated had been saved except for a few of the Bibles, but they were very old copies, and we had all of them. 

Soon, the university was also forgotten along with all of the books and the secret room that I had found in my first year of studying to become an author when I grew up. And the only person that remembered it was me. And one other person.