Taylor had always been good at school. She was a few months into college and the streak continued, although she found that some of her classmates were more annoying that in high school. Taylor herself was neither super popular nor looked down upon, but other girls she knew fell all over that spectrum. If only she could make some changes to how they would all act.
It was on an otherwise forgettable Thursday afternoon when she decided to look in her college's lost-and-found. She had misplaced her jacket and was rooting around the bin when she pulled out an old black notebook. She flipped through the pages with curiosity but did not see any writing. Not wanting a perfectly new notebook to go to waste, she put it in her bag and continued trying to find the jacket.
Later that night, Taylor opened her bag to start her coursework. She was still slightly disappointed that she had not found her jacket. Upon opening the bag, the notebook came falling out. As she went to pick it up, she noticed a small piece of paper that had fallen out of it. When she read it, her eyes lit up:
MAGICAL NOTEBOOK OF TRUTH - WRITE WHATEVER YOU WISH TO BECOME REALITY
(NOTE: CROSSING OUT WORDS WILL RESTORE THE ORIGINAL REALITY)
"Hmm," Taylor thought, not fully believing in magic. On a whim, she uncapped a pen and scrawled onto the first open page:
"My lost jacket will appear on my bed."
The ink shimmered for a moment before settling into the paper. A strange tingle ran up her fingers, but she shook it off. Just my imagination, she thought. She didn't think anything more about the notebook and went to make dinner in the kitchen of her apartment. When she returned a while later, her eyes immediately fell upon her bed. Her pink jacket was laid out as if she never lost it.
Taylor decided she needed to conduct another test. She wrote beneath the previous sentence: "My hair is 2 inches longer" and went to bed
The next morning, as she stood in front of her mirror. Her hair... it was longer. Her stomach flipped. Taylor grabbed her phone, snapping a quick selfie. She had just posted a mirror pic the day before, so she scrolled back for comparison. Her heart skipped a beat. Her hair was longer. Not dramatically, but just enough that it was impossible to ignore. Her lips parted slightly as she ran her fingers through the silk-like strands.
She clutched the notebook tighter, a slow, wicked grin spread across her lips. What should she do next with her newfound power?