Of course, the school should be my personal playground after all

I leave the room and turn in for the day after getting some homework done. I could just use the book to change reality so that I’ve never need to do any homework but I am worried about how changes in the notebook could potentially change me or my history if I’m not too careful. I don’t want to become a completely different person with a simple change to reality. Maybe I could stop that from happening with a few rules.

None of the rules I write in the notebook will change me physically, mentally, or result in my ****/nonexistence unless I specifically say that it does.

If I make a change in reality that affects the past and changes the present, then I can recall information about it if I should know the information but the information recalled does not include any emotions/feelings or memories.

Now there isn’t the worry that I’m going to erase myself out of existence somehow. I close the book and head to bed.

I wake up in the morning and get ready for school. I pack all the books and supplies that I would normally need for the day and head downstairs for breakfast. I come down to the smell of pancakes emanating from the kitchen. I look over to see mom making breakfast with the two sisters already at the table. I glance over at Ashley to see that she is clearly pissed off about something while Julie hums something nearby. I pay it no mind as I sat down at the table. Mom came over with freshly made pancakes as I watched her bend over to place the pancakes on my plate. While she did it, I made sure to stare at her huge breasts as they bounced in her outfit. I don’t think she noticed but it would’ve have mattered if she did. I poured some maple syrup on my pancakes and proceeded to devour them in a matter of seconds. Mom is an amazing cook and I’m glad that she likes me enough to cook my meals for me every day. It wasn’t long till I heard a knock on the door as my friends had arrived. This time I pick up my bag and say goodbye as I walked with my friends to school.

Nick was going on and on about how we should check out the latest season of Bow. I’ve seen the show and I like it but not to the extend that Nick likes it. Samantha watches it with Nick so she was able to follow along pretty well and also give her opinions about it every now and then. Violet doesn’t watch much tv so she was completely lost and just stayed silent throughout most of it. After about 10 minutes, we’ve reached the school and split off to our respective classes. School went by quickly and before I knew it, it was time for lunch. As I walked to the cafeteria, I saw someone being pushed against the lockers. It was Jim Butcher, the star player for our school’s basketball team. I guess you don’t have to be a football player to be a jerk. I stopped for a second to listen to what this was about.

“You better not try anything funny with Gina, you understand me. I don’t care if you have to do some science project do with her. Do it all on your own. If I even hear you tried to contact her, I’ll personally make sure that all the bones in your body are broken” Jim says as he pushes the guy into the lockers once again as he moves toward the cafeteria.

I remember that Gina was one of the many cheerleaders for our school. Why do athletes in general have to date cheerleaders and make a big deal out of it when someone so much as glances in their girlfriends’ direction. It’s such a cliché not to mention the fact that sometimes the cheerleaders are just as bad as their protective boyfriends. I think I have a way to make this guy’s life slightly better while improving mine. First things first, even though the cheerleaders at my school are attractive there nothing too special so let’s change that first.

It is a known fact that Panther High cheerleaders are all extremely attractive women with amazing bodies.

That takes care of their looks but not the excuse other athletes use to bully other people.

All Panther High cheerleaders are insanely nice, kind people that people look up to and believe are the definition of pure. Since people believe this to be true nobody will approach them or allow themselves to be in a sexual or romantic relationship with them because they all believe themselves to be unworthy and undeserving of it, except for myself. Even if someone else was in a relationship with them, they would only wish for the relationship to prosper, no matter what it is.

Those few sentences just erased all the current relationships involving the cheerleaders. Now Jim won’t be bothering that other guy about some science project. Even though the cheerleaders aren’t in a relationship with anyone anymore doesn’t mean that they would go out with me even if I asked so lets make another change.

Panther High cheerleaders are extremely **** to be in a romantic or sexual relationship with someone. It doesn’t matter who it is or what the relationship entails because they will accept it regardless.

I look up after writing down a bunch of changes and the guy is gone. I shrug my shoulders and continue my way to the cafeteria to meet up with my friends. I quickly bought a couple slices of pizza as I sat down with the rest of my friends.

“There’s no way I’m going to pass Mrs. Clark’s history test later. You took it already Nick, don’t you know what’s on it.”

“Look Violet, I know what’s on it but its not like I know the answers. I’m lucky if a get a C on the test, it was really hard. I could tell you it was about the colonies and knowing key events in how they were formed but does that isn’t going to help that much.”

“I’ll just have to cram the information now.”

“Are you ready for the test?” Samantha asks me while eating her bowl of salad.

“Not really, I know the material for the most part but whether I get it right on a multiple-choice test is a different story.”

After I finish saying that I glance over to a part of the cafeteria that people seem to be avoiding. It was a group of sexy women that looked way out of place to me. It was then that some information came rushing in that allowed me to know that the table off to the side was the cheerleader’s table. Some names came to mind as well.