Bob forgot entirely about Sally's notebook under his pillow until, one minute after 5pm, a scream of joy -- followed by absolute mayhem -- sounded in the hall outside his apartment. He tried to shrug it off, thinking it would end in a moment, but when he began hearing such tbings as "I won!" and "Six numbers!" and other such stuff, he suddenly realized what be was listening to.
In the hall, Bob found his neighbor, Julio, jumping up and down with his wife, his neighbors hugging them, shaking their hands, or slapping them on the back. The junior high girl from next door came over the the confused looking Bob and said, "Did you hear...? He won the lottery. He had six out of seven numbers. He's rich ...or, at least, richer."
The teen's words reminded him of his previous night's writing. He rushed to his bedroom and pulled up the pillow. Theme was the book. He read his entry again. It had happened exactly as he'd written it ...only ...HE was supposed to be the HE he'd been writing a out.
He snatched up the pen again, sat down, and thought about what he really wanted and how to PROPERLY write it...
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