"Guess it can't hurt to try it out. I'm already a laughingstock, who cares if it's a prank."
Pencil in hand, I think up something to wish for.
My first idea is pretty obvious. The note said "write your wish", right?
I wish I never spilled my lunch tray.
Wh-woah. Wwwwwhatthefuck?!
I'm back in school!
Indeed, the book worked its wonders. By correcting her teenage misshap she'd made it so that she never went home in distress, and thus, never left. The events of the lunch room are all but forgotten, as they truly never happened for anyone. Except, for her. As it stands there is now only one thing left wrong... she no longer has the nameless book in her grasp. It was left firmly at home, upon her now empty bed. She will have to sit out the rest of her last class without it.
Crap, I hope it's still mine! Freaking world history, let me go home already!
The hours tick by as Karen fidgets in her seat eager to be home. The book proved itself by far, assuming she hadn't dreamed it up. Once the final bell rings she tears through the halls, short curly red hair flying, out past her locker without a thought, around the cafeteria where nothing happened, past her duo of friends and even her crush without so much as a word. At a near sprint she hurries home, up the stairs without taking off her shoes she slams her bedroom door open. And there it is. Right where she once sat moping.
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