This choice: ...which she was still carrying with her just now. • Go Back...Chapter #3Getting the notebook by: Unknown That notebook.
There was something mighty fishy going on around here.
Your older sister's nervous, suspicious behavior, right after she'd been so secretive about that notebook. And now, the way she was clutching it as she headed out the door …
Something wasn't right, and you had a sneaking suspicion Susan's funny looking notebook was at the bottom of all this.
“Hey, sis!” you call out. “One quick thing, before you go.”
Susan whirled around, her long blond hair whipping about her shoulders as though she were a supermodel in a fashion magazine … which, come to think of it, she easily could've been.
“You'll think it's weird of me, but can I see that notebook of yours?” you ask innocently.
Your suspicions were instantly confirmed when your sister's face went white.
“No,” she said very quietly.
She began edging nervously towards the door. That's when you noticed something else funny about all this. Susan was teetering awkwardly in her high heels. It was as though this was this first time she'd ever worn heels and she looked clumsy in them. That wasn't right.
“Susan, what's going on?” you ask. “I know something's up. And I know it has to do with that notebook. Level with me – what's happening?”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” she replied, suddenly bolting for the door.
She made it out the door and off into the garage, but then you heard the clatter of Susan tripping and knocking over a stack of boxes. This gave you the advantage … and sure enough, by the time you followed Susan into the garage, she was still sprawled out awkwardly on the ground, legs akimbo and surrounded by the debris she'd toppled over.
More importantly, her notebook was within easy reach.
“No, Dan! Please don't –” she started to say.
Nevertheless, you picked up the notebook and flipped it open. Inside, it looked like a perfectly ordinary pad of lined paper. On the paper, neatly written in Susan's handwriting, were the following lines:
“What if I were older than Daniel?
What if I were a gorgeous blonde with the body of a supermodel?
What if I had all the latest fashionable clothes?
What if our family had a maid and a bunch of luxury cars and really fancy furniture?
What if Mom and Dad were millionaires and were always taking trips around the world?”
“Susan, what's going on?” you say, feeling a little faint. You've got the terrifying sensation that everything you know is wrong and the life you remember has all been a dream or some elaborate lie.
“The notebook makes anything you write come true,” confesses Susan. “We're not really rich. We don't have a maid or a BMW. This isn't really even my body. I'm actually you're little sister. I'm only eleven years old.”
You stand there dumbfounded for a moment.
“I don't believe this,” you say finally.
By now, Susan has picked herself up and dusted off her mini-dress.
“Try it yourself,” she says. “Write something in there. Only let's both hold the notebook at the same time. Otherwise, I won't remember the change. That's why you don't remember things the way they used to be.” | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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