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MidReal Story
Future's Edge: The Prophetic Notebook
Scenario:My notebook can predict the future
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Max Turner
mentee of Jamie in school projects, knows Sarah through Jamie, curly red hair, ambitious and secretive
Sarah Lin
Jamie's best friend and confidante, knows Max through Jamie, long blonde hair, intelligent and cautious
Jamie Collins
discoverer of the notebook, friends with Sarah and mentor to Max, short dark hair, curious and impulsive
I didn’t know it at the time, but the small black notebook in my backpack was going to change my life.
It was a Friday night, and I was at the carnival with my best friend, Sarah Lin.
We were both sixteen years old, and we’d been friends since we were in diapers.
I had a huge crush on her, but she didn’t feel the same way about me.
She was like a sister to me, and I was like a brother to her.
We’d gone on a few dates when we were younger, but it hadn’t worked out, and we’d decided to just be friends.
I’d been in love with her ever since, but I’d never told her how I felt.
I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.
Sarah had long blonde hair and big blue eyes, and she was one of the smartest girls in our class.
She was also one of the prettiest, and all the guys at school wanted to go out with her.
But she wasn’t interested in any of them.
After the carnival, I trudged home, my backpack slung over one shoulder.
I tossed it onto my bed and started unpacking the random assortment of junk I’d accumulated throughout the day.
As I pulled out a half-eaten bag of cotton candy, a small black notebook tumbled out and landed on my bedspread.
I frowned.
I didn’t remember putting it in there.
Curiosity piqued, I picked up the notebook and flipped it open.
The pages were filled with neat, precise handwriting.
The first entry read: "Jamie will find this notebook on Friday night."
My heart skipped a beat.
That was today.
I turned the page.
"Sarah will call Jamie at 7:30 PM."
I glanced at my phone.
It was 7:29 PM.
A moment later, my phone buzzed.
Sarah’s name flashed on the screen.
“Hey, Jamie!” she chirped when I answered.
“Hey, Sarah,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “You won’t believe what I just found.”
“What is it?” she asked, her curiosity evident.
“A notebook,” I said. “But not just any notebook. It predicts things.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
“Are you messing with me?” she finally asked.
“No, seriously,” I insisted. “It predicted that you would call me right now.”
“That’s... weird,” she said slowly. “Can I see it?”
“Sure,” I said. “Come over.”
Fifteen minutes later, Sarah was sitting on my bed, flipping through the notebook.
“This is insane,” she murmured. “But how do we know it’s real?”
“We could test it,” I suggested.
She looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
“What should we write?”
I thought for a moment.
“How about something trivial? Like... ‘Max will spill coffee on his shirt tomorrow.’”
Sarah grinned.
“Perfect.”
I grabbed a pen and wrote the prediction in the notebook.
The next day at school, Sarah and I watched Max like hawks during lunch.
He was sitting at our usual table, chatting animatedly with his friends.
Minutes ticked by, and nothing happened.
Sarah shot me a skeptical look.
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” she whispered.
Just as I was about to agree, Max stood up to get more coffee from the cafeteria line.
He tripped over someone’s backpack and stumbled forward, spilling coffee all over his shirt.
Sarah gasped.
“No way!”
Max cursed loudly and tried to blot the stain with a napkin.
I stared at Sarah in shock.
“It’s real,” I breathed.
She nodded slowly, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
I hesitated for a moment before writing another prediction in the notebook: "Sarah will be in danger tonight."
Her eyes widened as she read it over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But we need to be prepared.”
That night, Sarah and I stayed close together as we walked home from school activities.
Every shadow seemed menacing; every sound made us jumpy.
We reached her house without incident, but as she fumbled for her keys, a dark figure emerged from behind a tree in her yard.
“Jamie!” Sarah screamed as the figure lunged toward us.
