JENNA'S POV:
She was a short girl with a sharp, slightly restless presence—someone who always looked like she was halfway between sleep and rebellion. Her dark hair fell a little messily, not styled but not completely careless either, as if she couldn't decide whether she cared about appearances or not.
Her eyes carried a tired, unimpressed look most of the time, the kind that made it seem like she had already judged everything around her and found it mildly disappointing. Yet, there was something observant beneath that laziness—like she noticed more than she ever bothered to say out loud.
She dressed simply, comfortably, never trying too hard to stand out, but somehow still did. Not because she wanted attention… but because her expression alone made people look twice.
A girl who looked like she didn't take the world seriously—
but the world, for some reason, felt like it should take her seriously.
And yes..
Jenna Lopez was a lazy girl who lived in Texas, one of the largest states in the United States.
It was already 9:30 in the morning, yet Jenna was still fast asleep in her room.
From the kitchen, her mother, Bella Lopez, called out loudly.
"Jenna! Wake up! Your friends are calling you. How long are you going to make them wait?"
But Jenna gave no reply.
Annoyed, Bella marched upstairs, opened Jenna's bedroom door, and threw a toothbrush and a set of clothes onto her bed.
"No more excuses," Bella said firmly. "Get ready right now and leave the house, or you'll be cleaning the garden today!"
Grumbling under her breath, Jenna finally dragged herself out of bed.
She brushed her teeth, got dressed, and stepped outside, intending to catch the school bus.
But the moment she noticed the calm weather and cool breeze, her mood changed instantly.
Instead of walking toward the high school, her feet slowly turned in another direction.
Toward the library.
Jenna might have been lazy, but she absolutely loved reading books.
Soon, she arrived at the Central Library of Texas.
As she wandered between the shelves, her true personality began to reveal itself.
She picked up a random book and read the title aloud.
"Hmm... I Can't Live Without You, said Oxygen crying in the corner."
She frowned.
Then she grabbed another book.
"My Lips Without Him..."
She stared at the cover for a moment.
"What rubbish? Eww... men."
She tossed it back onto the shelf.
"Boring. Another boring one."
Suddenly, a voice spoke from behind the counter.
"May I help you, ma'am?"
Startled, Jenna nearly jumped out of her skin.
The pile of books in her arms slipped and crashed onto the floor.
The librarian quickly rushed over and began gathering them.
"Sorry, ma'am," he said politely.
"Sorry?" Jenna repeated, still recovering from the shock.
"You scared me! Who suddenly appears like that?"
As she handed him the books one by one, she continued complaining.
"There isn't a single good book here. Just look at these titles!"
"Please stop, ma'am," the librarian groaned.
"I can't carry any more weight."
As if the universe wanted to prove his point, the stack slipped from his arms once again and crashed onto the floor.
Jenna sighed.
"Fine, forget that."
She crossed her arms.
"Just tell me—are there any good books here? Otherwise, I'll just go home and watch Netflix."
The librarian adjusted his glasses.
"Come with me."
"I'll show you some fiction books."
"Anything is fine," Jenna replied.
"Just make sure it's good."
The librarian guided her toward several shelves filled with novels.
Jenna scanned the titles one after another.
Then she shook her head.
"I've already read all of these."
The librarian sighed heavily.
Slowly, he walked toward a dusty cupboard hidden in the corner of the library.
It looked so old that it seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
After wiping away years of dust, he carefully opened it and pulled out a single book.
Then he handed it to Jenna.
"I bet you haven't read this one."
A teasing smile appeared on his face.
"It has never been sold."
"I honestly don't know why people ignore it."
He shrugged.
"Maybe they simply didn't understand it."
Then he pointed toward the book.
"And it's the only fiction novel here that you probably haven't read."
"If you like it, give it a try."
"New books will take some time to arrive."
He chuckled softly.
"Otherwise... well, Netflix is always there."
Jenna took the book from his hands and examined the cover.
The title immediately caught her attention.
Famoura Felòenz: The Cursed Town
"Hmm..."
She tilted her head.
"Sounds interesting."
Then she narrowed her eyes.
"But also a little strange."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
The screen remained black.
Completely dead.
"No battery."
She sighed dramatically.
"Well..."
Her shoulders lifted in surrender.
"My phone has no charge anyway."
"I might as well read this."
The librarian smiled knowingly and returned to his desk.
Jenna walked toward a nearby table and sat down.
The library was unusually quiet.
Only the ticking of an old clock could be heard in the distance.
She opened the book.
Tucked inside the first page was a small note.
Jenna raised an eyebrow and began reading.
Disclaimer
This book is very interesting but also frightening.
It may even disturb you mentally, despite being entirely fictional.
Do not worry—it is not that serious.
However, once you read this story, it may never leave your mind.
Many questions will arise.
This is a creative story that also reflects human reality.
Different people see this book from different perspectives.
It all depends on how you choose to think.
Jenna stared at the note for a few seconds.
Then she snorted.
"That's a dramatic way to start a book."
Without taking the warning seriously, she folded the note and placed it beside her.
Then she turned the first page.
The old paper crackled softly beneath her fingers.
The words stared back at her.
Waiting.
As if they had been waiting for someone to read them.
Jenna settled comfortably into her chair.
Then she began reading.
And with that—
she unknowingly stepped into a story that would change everything.