Joe looked up from his books. "Another one Dr. Von Hauser?"
"Yes Joe, another. I've decided that giving you perfect study skills isn't enough. You're a senior in High School. Improving now is too little, too late, as far as your
future is concerned," she said, examining his tall, lanky form.
"What do you mean?" he asked, nervously running his hand through his black hair.
"I intend to give you a new start. I'm wishing you back to 6th grade!" she said, triumphantly.
Then she vanished. Joe blinked. Everything suddenly seemed just a bit... off all of the sudden. He reached up to adjust his glasses-
Joe hadn't worn glasses since he started High School! His parents had sprung for contacts for his 14th birthday, and he'd worn them ever since. It wasn't just the
glasses though. Angles and distances seemed just a bit off somehow. He stood up and realized why: he was about a foot shorter than he had been! He ran to a
mirror and saw something he'd not seen in years. It was his own face, but only 12 years old. He seemed to be wearing the same outfit, but sized to fit a young boy.
He was no longer the tall, atheletic young man he was, but was the skinny boy he used to be. The magic of the ring and Dr. Von Hauser's wish seemed to have
erased the last 6 years of his life.
Yet things seemed oddly the same. His room, his clothes, both seemed mostly unchanged. His computer was the same as before, though the desktop wallpaper
now had a cartoon character on it. He looked over his books. The half-finished essay was still there. The math book was pre-algebra now though, instead of Trig.
Well... what now?