Marcus Mathew

Marcus stared dumbly at the barista. Her shirt had vanished, then just as quickly reapeard. He could not wrap his head around it. If he could really control the world around him as he pleased, wouldn't that make him god?

No, of course not. He was a man, the book was powerful. He was on his way home from school when he'd stopped for a quick coffee. He was in the middle of his Senior year. He could have some more fun around the coffee shop or he could go home. Then again, if he really wanted he could take to the town and see what he could put this book to use for.