She opened the old book

Look, creative writing! Yay. Right? Can I get a yay...?

 She opened the old book. The binding cracked and dust lifted and dances in the candle light. It was filled with runes she was not familiar with, but as she looked the runes rearranged themselves into her native language.
That should have been exciting enough to make her want to read the book, but she was a slow reader. She hated reading. The only thing worse than reading was reading out loud in front of the class. She could feel every eye on her, judging her for taking forever.
Instead of reading, she turned the pages until she came across a picture. It was an engraving depicting a woman in a fancy dress with a surprised look on her face. The caption was short enough that she read it, "The queen leans forward, lifts a finger, as if to say beware!"
Ugh. Being alone in a spooky tunnel with an old book wasn't going to help her find her group back. Why couldn't she have been separates with Greg? That kid liked to read. He probably would have read an old book like this for fun on weekends. The thicker the book the better.
She turned a few more pages until she came across a map. She wasn't very good at maps either, but at least it wasn't a page filled with words. Then again, she would have loved to see the words "You are here" on the map.