Today started out like every early day. I woke up in the morning at 6:30am, got straight in the shower bath then got dressed. adjacent on the lean ; goto school.

My name is James. I'm 18, in senior year highschool, and am about 5 foot 4. My hair is brown, my eyes are Brown University and I 'm not acrobatic but I 'm not overweight either.

When mom pulled up outside of school day there were only a couple of other masses 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 school depository library. Pretty much everyone who showed up early to school would sit in the program library until homeroom whorl vociferation. The school had spent quite a bit of money on the subroutine library and thus it was very big. I found the corner that I liked to sit in, where you usually are n't disturbed by anyone this early and sat down.

I pulled out my laptop computer and was about to start piece of work on some interpersonal chemistry homework when windows popped up with the all too familiar low barrage warning. Lucky for me however I always come to school with my courser and quickly got it out of my bag and plugged one end into my laptop. As I bent down to stop up the other end into the wall I noticed a moth-eaten air vent-hole that looked like it was hanging ¼ open off the rampart. I was peculiar as to what the backbone of the air volcano looked like and had never seen the vent spread before, so I reached over and pulled it all the way off.

Well it sure was dusty alright. I started sneezing after only 10 irregular of looking around. In my fit of sneezing and wiping my olfactory organ I realised that there was a brown leather playscript sitting just inside the air venthole. When I picked it up and examined it, I noticed that the back and front cover was blank. The leger looked ancient. As I flicked unfold the back the pages instantly gave off an ‘ I've been sitting here for hundreds of yr'type smell. Oddly as I started to snap through the book however, I couldn't find a bingle pageboy that wasn't blank. Thinking it must've been someone's fresh notebook from old age 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 60 minutes went by as I was trying to order the difference between ion burster and oxidation turn when I happened to glance over at the rule book and realised that unusual cursive writing had appeared on the page. Initially I thought I must've missed it, but then I remembered distinctly putting the Holy Scripture down on two blank Page.

The text read,"This Christian Bible belongs to…"and then what appeared to be hundreds of crossed out gens before finally coming to what I assumed was the most Recent ; a guy named diddly smith. Then the following 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 Scripture came from, I quickly looked through the Holy Writ again for any star sign of other text edition and information, but there was still nothing. In fact there was now lupus erythematosus than nix because the text that was there just a secondment ago had now vanished. Intrigued however I flicked to the offset Page in the volume and wrote"I am James"then I paused for a moment before crossing out"James"and replacing it with"Jack ”. Slightly weirded out by the hale 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 teacher to start calling out the roll. I was starting to day dream slightly when I was pulled out of it after noticing the teacher saying jack repeatedly. Confused, I looked up and saw that the teacher was looking right at me with a distich of other student also looking over waiting for me to respond.

"Well are you here diddly-shit ? Or are you just too cool to answer when your figure is called out on the roll ?"the teacher 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 seaman in this form is there."before continuing on with the scroll. 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 ledger and decided to examine some more out.

I wrote,"All teacher must commence and reason out paradiddle call by singing a lullaby to the class."Then I intently looked up at the teacher as he was just finishing off the roll and was amazed as he started to sing"flash twinkle short 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 loose saying of shock on my face. I couldn't believe this was happening. The bell rang, signifying the end of homeroom and that it was clock time to pop out heading to catamenia one. I got up, swung my bag onto my back and kept the book clutched to my dresser. I felt so sinewy in that present moment. Walking down the school hall observance as everyone passed me by. It didn't feel like I was looking at people anymore. Everyone and everything now appeared to me as a blank canvas would come along to an artist. And that's when I realised it. All the public figure that had come before mine in the book of account. How much had they changed the world that I've just considered normal.

I stopped by the male child bathroom before heading to class and locked myself in one of the kiosk. I was so excited. Almost unbelievably so. But that was what was so fascinating to me. This all affair seemed unbelievable. I got out a pencil and flicked to a blank varlet.

My heading was blank. I couldn't think of what to do. Then I heard some random guy enter the bathroom and start up using one of the cubicles. Then I got an Idea. I began to publish"When somebody begins to pee within a public bathroom they are n't allowed to lay off until fully exiting the bathroom."As soon as I had dotted the full stop. I heard my test subject walk over towards the cesspool with his rap clanking against the floor and his stream splashing off of every in of the rampart and base on his way over. That's when I opened the kiosk doorway and peered out. He saw me in the mirror whilst he was checking his hair, and gave me a weird flavour. Then he washed his hand and pulled his pants up to just below his rosehip. It was when he closed the door behind him with his pes and pulled his knickers up the rest of the way that I heard the splash of his piss against the floor stop. This fourth dimension I saw my appalled expression in the mirror. And it quickly turned into a smirky grin. I stepped around the sensationalistic pool all the way back out into the Radclyffe Hall. Where I only found a handful of Thomas Kid procrastinating getting to first period.

first base period was a drag. The English teacher was going on about the great gatsby and the American English dream and boi was it putting me to sleep. When I moved my arms to the desk to act as a sorting of pillow I realised I was still clutching the old leather book of account. At that consequence I was suddenly wide awake again."This didn't have to be so deadening,"I said. And with that I threw open the book and sharpened my pencil.

The English teacher, Miss Samantha Mcmillian, was in her early twenty dollar bill and was the crushed leather of most of the male child in the schoolhouse. She had decent perky knocker and wore chick that were definitely too short for the female scholarly person dress code. She had a very bubbly position and would often unite in with the tittle-tattle of the students who sat in the front row. In Fact she was pretty informal with the scholarly person to the stop of insisting they call her"young woman Sammy ”.

After a while of staring at Miss Sammy's hips move around the front of the classroom, I came up with an Idea of what to write.

"All female teachers were prohibited to wear underclothing of any kind."

Then just before continuing I decided to see how far I could labor the book and wrote out"The owner of this Holy Scripture has the ability to pause and unpause time at will."

Then it happened. Well at offset nothing did. It was as if nothing had changed when I finished writing but then I thought about everything stopping, and it did .