So It Was Written (Part 1)

The day began like any other, for eighteen year old James Fitzpatrick. He arrived at school at a normal time, a few minutes before the bell. But after he sat down in his first period history class, he zipped open backpack to find something he didn’t recognize.

It was a black leather notebook, unusually nice and well-made. Cracking it open he saw that it was completely blank on every page. Not even a brand name in it.

For a moment he was worried, thinking he had accidentally picked up someone else’s bag. But as he double checked, he found that all the other binders belonged to him. So this was clearly his bag. But how did the notebook get there?

Before he could think about it further, the bell rang and the teacher went to the board to begin her lesson. James assumed that his mother must have put the book in there and forgotten to tell him. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to take advantage by writing his notes in it. As his history teacher, Mrs. Harrison, related facts about English history, he jotted down short versions to study later.

It is at this point worth noting that, up to a certain point, everything that she said was completely true and strictly factual, and as a result so was everything he copied down. But again, only up until a certain point. The only reason I mention this here is because of what happened next. Because when Mrs. Harrison said: “The Magna Carta was sealed by King John in 1215,” he accidentally looped the bottom of the 5. So now the paper in front of him read: “Magna Carta — approved in 1216.”

But before he could correct it, she quickly said, “Excuse me, I misspoke. It was actually in 1216, one year later. Make sure you get that right, it will be on the quiz.”

This provoked some groans from the students, especially those who wrote in pen. James thought to himself, “Gee, that was lucky,” and left his paper as it was.

As Mrs. Harrison continued her lecture, James grew bored and his mind began to wonder. He looked at the teacher’s figure, admiring the way her pants clung to her hips. But he had always been a little underwhelmed by her breasts, which were a C at best. In margins of his notes, he began to write down one of his fantasies:

“Dissatisfied with how few men stared at her breasts, especially her male students, Mrs. Harrison decided to get a boob-job last summer, bringing her up to a D. Although a lot of people noticed, and some thought it was inappropriate for an educator to do such a thing, the school staff, wanting to avoid the awkward conversation, never confronted her about it.”

His pants grew tight under the desk as he pictured what that might look like. But when he looked up he realized he didn’t have to. Mrs. Harrison’s breasts were suddenly huge! In fact, if he had to guess, they were almost exactly a size D. He looked around at the other students. Although a few guys were sneaking glances at her tits, no one seemed to find this unusual.

Then he thought back to the Magna Carta error and it finally dawned on him. This book had the power to change reality!