I know, I know, I really should be adding to my other branches but my Muse is a fidgety lass and I just had to bring this idea to life, hopefully you all love it, it is, like most of my stories set in the Sageverse, which should be familiar to many of you by now
Bored, Jon absentmindedly thought out loud. “I’m bored. I wish that something interesting would happen.”. As soon as he said it he grimaced, the rock was in his left hand as he had made the wish and now it was beginning to glow.
“Oh shit...”
After waiting for several minutes, with nothing apparently happening Jon concluded that he might have dodged a bullet, so, looking at the time and deciding that i was probably time for bed, he got himself ready and went to sleep.
Of course, Jon had failed to realize that Something Interesting is not simply restricted to just him and so, the locus of the change to reality began elsewhere, certain family histories were altered and a new hope for one girl, who had a secret need was realized, for good or ill, this change would affect Jon, and the events precipitating this change to the normal order of things would begin, as they so often do, with a small change.
The Next Day
Jon woke up, to the sound of his alarm radio blaring out "I'm Just a Girl" Little did he realize how prescient this pleasant little pop ditty would be. Regardless of the attempts by an all to Aware Universe at sarcasm, Jon groggily got his act together and went to school, he had over slept and this was to prove significant, arriving a few minutes late to his first class, he expected Mr Hargreaves to send him straight to the Principal's office, as he was a bit of a hard ass who tolerated no deviation from the rules, however, instead of the tall, grey haired male teacher , a lovely young woman stood in his stead, Wow! Though Jon what a babe!
"So good of you to join us, my name is Ms Esposito, I have taken over class for a few days while your regular teacher recovers from Covid, now, to help me remember your names I have written out name tags for you to wear, please, come to my desk and pick up the tag with your name on it, several of your classmates have already done so Mr.....?
"Gibson, Jon Gibson Miss, sorry for being late, I slept through my alarm, I'll try not to do it again"
Looking around, Jon noted most of the class already wore name tags with their names on them, neatly written by a flowing feminine hand, he came forward, waiting in line as the other students picked up their tag, however, when Jon got to the desk he saw only one tag left and the name on it was not his own, the name was .......
