[ WP ] Your sixteenth birthday means you get a book with the story of your life . Some people 's books are short , some are long . Yours is zero pages .

`` It's just.. a piece of paper with my name on it?'' 
 
 Martin had never been to a Reading before, but he knew that this was n't how it was supposed to happen. The Librarian in front of him had a blank face on, unwilling to give away anything as they are trained to do. 
 
 `` Yes, that is your Book. You have five minutes to look it over then we must return it, as is the custom.'' 
 
 `` That's just the point, there is nothing to look over. What does that mean?'' Martin looked around the blank white room where the Readings are performed trying to find a hidden camera to no avail. `` This has to be some kind of a joke, right?'' 
 
 `` A life is no joke. I was trained to be a Librarian since I was sixteen and saw my Book. Whatever you get from your book is what you will do in life.'' 
 
 Martin looks down at the paper again, `` But it says nothing..'' He looks up at the Librarian `` Am I useless?'' 
 
 `` I am only here to moderate the Readings, I do not interpret them. However, your five minutes are up.'' As if it were clockwork, the wall behind the Librarian slid apart, revealing the Library containing all of the world's Books. Then, just as quickly as it appeared it disappeared bringing with it the Librarian and Martin's Book. 
 
 Martin just kept staring at the table where his Book was as the room began to rise back up to the surface. 
 
 -What could it mean? Has this happened before? - Similar thoughts kept running through his head as the room slowed to a stop and the wall behind him opened up. He stepped out of the room into a similar pure white hallway and saw a sticky note on the wall next to the room he just stepped out of. 
 
 **WELCOME TO YOUR BOOK, 
 YOURS IS A SPECIAL ONE, 
 AND AS SUCH, 
 YOU WILL RECEIVE POINTERS AS THEY ARE NEEDED** 
 
 `` What the hell..?'' Martin looked up and down the hallway to see if anyone else was around. Seeing nobody, he put the note in his pocket and walked down the hallway to the waiting room where his friend Lily was waiting. 
 
 `` What did it say?! What did it say!?'' For the past couple years Lily could n't get enough of the stories revolving around the Readings, so it was only natural for her to be excited to get a first hand account from her best friend. She still had three months until she got to experience it for herself. 
 
 Martin looked at the other people in the waiting room, as they all seemed to lean closer to him trying to hear for themselves. He could very well have just Read something that could benefit their own lives. `` I think we should go find somewhere quiet, I do n't want to talk about it around too many people.'' 
 
 `` Urgh, fine. But let's hurry, you know I've been counting the days for this.'' She turns and begins pulling Martin out of the waiting room onto the busy walkway outside. As they walk out, dozens of reporters came running up to them with microphones in hand and camera crews behind them. 
 
 `` *This is Gary Stiles with Future Findings, here comes another young lad leaving his Reading, let's see what he has to share with us. Excuse me, sir. Would you like to share what your Book had with the world? *'' 
 
 `` No, he would n't. Not until he has told me everything first, now get out of the way.'' Lily shoved past him and several other reporters to get to the Library's Metro stop. `` We can go back to my place, my parents will be out of town for a few days, so we do n't have to worry about anyone barging in on us. And make sure to talk to your parents too, they are probably excited as well. You seem to be the only one in the WHOLE WORLD that does n't care about the Readings.'' 
 
 `` I'm sure there are other people who are n't obsessed with them, I would rather just live my life and not worry about what a stupid book has to say.'' 
 
 `` It is n't STUPID, MARTIN. It is your LIFE. I'm tired of that same old spiel you always go through. And I'm sure it could n't be that bad.. You know I'll be here no matter what it says.'' 
 
 Martin kept staring out the window of the Metro into the dark underground tunnels, going over the paper and the note. The train began slowing down as they pulled toward the next stop, and Martin saw a little yellow post it note just outside the window. 
 
 **GET OFF THE TRAIN**
