Of course Zara had loved reading about them. How could she not? She would spend hours sitting on her bed with her face buried in a book, caught up in the story within its pages.
She also used to fantasise about her own adventures. Sometimes she would be alone, sometimes with her friends. It always involved laughter and fun. But she didn’t expect anything to actually happen.
Ironically, when something did happen, she didn’t think it was an adventure.
And nobody was laughing.