Today started out like every other day. I woke up in the first light at 6:30am, got straight in the shower then got dressed. Next on the list ; goto school.

My epithet is James River. I'm 18, in senior yr highschool, and am about 5 foot 4. My hair is brown, my eye are chocolate-brown and I 'm not athletic but I 'm not corpulence either.

When mom pulled up outside of shoal there were only a couplet of other people around, as it was barely after 7:30 when the school unlocks. I got out of the car, said goodbye, and then started walking towards the shoal subroutine library. Pretty a great deal everyone who showed up early to school would sit in the library until homeroom roll song. The school had spent quite a bit of money on the library and thus it was very big. I found the turning point that I liked to sit in, where you usually are n't disturbed by anyone this other and sat down.

I pulled out my laptop and was about to start study on some chemistry prep when windows popped up with the all too conversant low barrage warning. Lucky for me however I always come to school with my charger and quickly got it out of my bag and plugged one end into my laptop. As I bent down to plug the early end into the wall I noticed a stale air vent that looked like it was hanging ¼ afford off the wall. I was rummy as to what the spine of the air volcano looked like and had never seen the vent-hole open before, so I reached over and pulled it all the way off.

Well it sure was dusty alright. I started sneezing after only 10 seconds of looking around. In my fit of sneezing and wiping my nose I realised that there was a Brown University leather book sitting just inside the air vent. When I picked it up and examined it, I noticed that the back and front cover was space. The leger looked antediluvian. As I flicked heart-to-heart the cover the Page instantly gave off an ‘ I've been sitting here for 100 of yr'type odor. Oddly as I started to flick through the account book however, I couldn't find a single page that wasn't space. Thinking it must've been soul's unused notebook from long time ago, I just left it sitting open on the desk that I was sitting at and went back to doing some chemistry homework.

Half an hour went by as I was trying to narrate the difference between ion heraldic bearing and oxidation numbers when I happened to glance over at the script and realised that strange cursive writing had appeared on the page. Initially I thought I must've missed it, but then I remembered distinctly putting the book down on two blank pageboy.

The text read,"This Scripture belongs to…"and then what appeared to be hundreds of crossed out figure before finally coming to what I assumed was the most recent ; a guy named jack Kate Smith. Then the side by side pageboy continued,"Whatever is written from here on out will morph reality to it's word."

Confused at what this all meant and where the countersign came from, I quickly looked through the rule book again for any signs of other text and info, but there was still nothing. In fact there was now less than cipher because the text that was there just a second ago had now vanished. Intrigued however I flicked to the first page in the book and wrote"I am James"then I paused for a instant before crossing out"James"and replacing it with"jackass ”. Slightly weirded out by the unharmed thing I put the book in my bag then packed up my laptop and charger before heading off to homeroom as the bell had begun to ring.

When I got to homeroom I sat down at a desk and waited for the instructor to bug out calling out the bankroll. I was starting to day daydream slightly when I was pulled out of it after noticing the instructor saying jack repeatedly. Confused, I looked up and saw that the teacher was looking right at me with a dyad of other students also looking over waiting for me to respond.

"Well are you here gob ? Or are you just too cool off to suffice when your public figure is called out on the axial rotation ?"the instructor asked whilst never looking away from me. Confused, I asked if the teacher was talking to me, to which he replied,"Well there ain't another jack in this stratum is there."before continuing on with the roll. Wondering what was going on I quickly remembered that I had written"I am jack"moments beforehand and put two and two together. I pulled out the book and decided to examine some more out.

I wrote,"All teacher must start and conclude roll vociferation by singing a cradlesong to the class."Then I intently looked up at the teacher as he was just finishing off the drum roll and was amazed as he started to sing"twinkle twinkle little star."

I think it was when a fly almost flew into my mouth when I realised that I had been staring at him with an open verbal expression of electric shock on my face. I couldn't believe this was happening. The bell rang, signifying the end of home room and that it was time to lead off heading to period one. I got up, sweep my bag onto my back and kept the book clutched to my breast. I felt so powerful in that moment. Walking down the schooltime G. Stanley Hall watching as everyone passed me by. It didn't tone like I was looking at people anymore. Everyone and everything now appeared to me as a lacuna canvas would appear to an artist. And that's when I realised it. All the names that had come before mine in the book. How much had they changed the worldly concern that I've just considered normal.

I stopped by the boys bathroom before heading to course and locked myself in one of the cubicles. I was so excited. Almost unbelievably so. But that was what was so fascinating to me. This whole thing seemed unconvincing. I got out a pencil and flicked to a blank pageboy.

My head was lacuna. I couldn't think of what to do. Then I heard some random guy enter the bathroom and part using one of the cell. Then I got an Idea. I began to compose"When someone begins to pee within a public bathroom they are n't allowed to cease until fully exiting the bathroom."As soon as I had dotted the full stop. I heard my trial run subject walkway over towards the sump with his belt clanking against the floor and his stream splashing off of every inch of the rampart and floor on his way over. That's when I opened the stall threshold and peered out. He saw me in the mirror whilst he was checking his whisker, and gave me a weird look. Then he washed his workforce and pulled his pants up to just below his hip joint. It was when he closed the door behind him with his foot and pulled his pants up the quietus of the way that I heard the splash of his urine against the floor stop. This time I saw my shocked look in the mirror. And it quickly turned into a smirky smile. I stepped around the yellow pool all the way back out into the hall. Where I only found a handful of kids procrastinating getting to first period.

get-go flow was a pull. The english teacher was going on about the great gatsby and the american dreaming and boi was it putting me to sleep. When I moved my weapon to the desk to act as a sort of pillow I realised I was still clutching the old leather Holy Writ. At that moment I was suddenly wide awake again."This didn't have to be so oil production,"I said. And with that I threw open the book and sharpened my pencil.

The side teacher, fille Samantha Mcmillian, was in her early twenties and was the crush of most of the boys in the schooling. She had nice perky dummy and wore chick that were definitely too short for the female students dress code. She had a very bubbly position and would often bring together in with the gossip of the students who sat in the front row. In Fact she was pretty informal with the educatee to the point of insisting they call her"young lady Sammy ”.

After a while of staring at missy Sammy's hip joint move around the front of the schoolroom, I came up with an Idea of what to write.

"All distaff instructor were prohibited to jade underwear of any kind."

Then just before continuing I decided to see how far I could push the book and wrote out"The proprietor of this book has the ability to break and unpause clock time at will."

Then it happened. Well at start nil did. It was as if naught had changed when I finished writing but then I thought about everything stopping, and it did .