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On a frigid winter afternoon, James Peterson awoke, from his nap, to the sound of what he thought was a gunshot in the near area. He jumped out of bed and scurried to the window to see what happened. To his relief, he only saw two children playing with firecrackers. James decided to put off his Algebra homework and cuddled up on the couch and read one of his favorite books. James loved to read and often read several books a week. This particular book was about a cunning young man named Albert who always seemed to find himself in the most peculiar situations. James was so caught up in one of Albert’s adventures that he lost track of time and forgot he had to pick up his mother from the airport. The sudden shriek of the telephone made James fumble the book in his very hands. James answered the phone. â€Å"H-hello?† â€Å"James Hubert Peterson! Have you any idea what time it is?† His mother sounded as if she were about to explode. â€Å"Oh gosh, I’m really sorry mother, I was reading such an engaging part of my book that I guess I lost track of time!† â€Å"Well, you just get yourself down here right now mister!† â€Å"Yes, mother,† James promised. James proceeded to hop in the car, and drove down to the airport. When he arrived, his mother waved him over to the side of the road. She opened the door and got in with a hurry. â€Å"Well, what are you waiting for, James? Get out there and put the luggage in the trunk, it’s not going to put itself in you know.† James looked up in disdain. â€Å"Yes mother.† The entire car ride home, James tried to ignore the constant yapping of his mother. Every so often, he would think about his books and how he missed them, even though he had only been away for a short period of time. When they arrived home, James unloaded the bags from the car and took them to his mother’s room. He then crept as quietly as he could to his room, where he could escape to fantasy worlds with his books that he loved so much. Before he could take the final step into his room he heard his mother calling his name. â€Å"James come here!† James adjusted his glasses. â€Å"What is it mother?† He walked across the room and sat on the rocking chair, opposite his mother.