Reality: A Canvas for Perversion

Today started out like every other day. I woke up in the morning at 6:30am, got straight in the shower then got dressed. Next on the list; goto school.

My name is James. I’m 18, in senior year highschool, and am about 5 foot 4. My hair is brown, my eyes are brown and I’m not athletic but I’m not overweight either.

When mom pulled up outside of school there were only a couple of other people around, as it was barely after 7:30 when the school unlocks. I got out of the car, said goodbye, and then started walking towards the school library. Pretty much everyone who showed up early to school would sit in the library until homeroom roll call. The school had spent quite a bit of money on the library and thus it was very big. I found the corner that I liked to sit in, where you usually aren’t disturbed by anyone this early and sat down.

I pulled out my laptop and was about to start work on some chemistry homework when windows popped up with the all too familiar low battery warning. Lucky for me however I always come to school with my charger and quickly got it out of my bag and plugged one end into my laptop. As I bent down to plug the other end into the wall I noticed a dusty air vent that looked like it was hanging ¼ open off the wall. I was curious as to what the back of the air vent looked like and had never seen the vents open before, so I reached over and pulled it all the way off.

Well it sure was dusty alright. I started sneezing after only 10 seconds of looking around. In my fit of sneezing and wiping my nose I realised that there was a brown leather book sitting just inside the air vent. When I picked it up and examined it, I noticed that the back and front cover was blank. The book looked ancient. As I flicked open the cover the pages instantly gave off an ‘I’ve been sitting here for hundreds of years’ type smell. Oddly as I started to flick through the book however, I couldn’t find a single page that wasn’t blank. Thinking it must’ve been someone’s unused notebook from ages ago, I just left it sitting open on the desk that I was sitting at and went back to doing some chemistry homework.

Half an hour went by as I was trying to tell the difference between ion charges and oxidation numbers when I happened to glance over at the book and realised that strange cursive writing had appeared on the page.