I had just flushed the toilet. As I was about to pull up my pants, my roommate John opened the door. “What the hell dude? close the door!” He was holding an old looking notebook. I saw him write something on it. I felt a small gust of wind cover my whole body.
I was failing physics. There was nothing I could do. So I asked my teacher for an extra assignment, something to get my grades up. “There is one thing. But I don’t think you will like it” he told me. “Anything!” I said, “I can’t fail this class. I’ll be thrown out of college”.
As I entered the bar I noticed it was almost empty. Just a guy doodling on his notebook, and the bartender preparing a simple drink. I just wanted some alone time and get completely wasted, since I had broken with my girlfriend a few minutes before. If you ask me, I don’t even know why I broke with her, we were pretty much in love, but today I felt like it wasn’t going to work out, so I just broke up with her.
It will be hard to believe, but one day, for no reason at all, I found an old dusty notebook on my desk. It was completely empty, no one had written on it before. I didn’t give it much thought, I was sure someone else had forgotten it. I took it to the front desk, but as soon as I was back at my desk, the notebook was there again. It was impossible, almost like it had teleported or something.
My friends John and James were always talking about lesbians. How hot they were, how much of a turn on was to see them make out. I do find them hot, but I would rather talk about straight girls, you know, girls I can date. I don’t know how I had forgotten about it, but one day, while cleaning my room I found my old notebook. “Oh, the adventures I used to have with it” I said to myself.
My friend Alfred sent me a text: “dude! you must come to my place! right now!”. He usually sent me that kind of messages whenever he bought a new videogame or something. I had lots of work to do. But for some reason, I felt like work wasn’t important, so I left work, and drove to his place.