More testing

Lila sat cross-legged on the couch, her coffee cooling on the side table, the journal resting like a loaded weapon on her lap. She stared down at the blank page, pen poised.

She whispered under her breath, “Okay… let’s try something simple.”

She pressed pen to paper and wrote:

“My hair is now blonde.”

A beat. Nothing.

Then a flicker of warmth along her scalp.

She touched her hair instinctively — and blinked in shock as a strand fell across her face, shining golden in the morning light.

She bolted to the bathroom mirror.

Her reflection stared back — same sharp eyes, same familiar face — but the hair was definitely blonde now. Soft, golden, flawless. Like she’d walked out of a high-end salon.

She ran her fingers through it slowly, marveling at the weight of the change. “This is insane.”

Back to the couch. She sat with the journal again, breath faster now.

If it could do that… what else?

She hesitated — then turned the page.

This time, her hand trembled slightly as she wrote:

“Math has always been my easiest subject. I understand everything about it. I’m brilliant at math.”

She stopped. Waited. No warmth, no shimmer, no jolt of insight. Just silence.

She frowned, a little disappointed — until her eyes fell on the open binder beside her, last night’s unfinished homework still lying where she’d left it. Equations, formulas, graphs — the stuff that usually made her stomach twist into knots.

She picked it up.

And blinked.

Every number made sense.

Not just sense — it felt natural. Obvious. Elegant.

She breezed through the first problem with barely a thought. The second followed like a joke she already knew the punchline to.

“Oh my god,” she murmured, flipping the page, scribbling down answers with the ease of someone flipping through a magazine.

Her heart raced — not with fear this time, but pure exhilaration.

This journal… it wasn’t just magic.

It rewrote reality.

And if changing her body or her mind was this easy…

What else could she do?