"If your notebook is so interesting Maxwell, then why don't you share it with the rest of the class."

Maxwell looked up from his notebook to see Mr. Robinson, his science teacher staring at him, along with the rest of the class.

"Sorry, Mr. Robinson" Maxwell said and looked down at his notebook. This wasn't anything special. There were only a few teachers who didn't care or at least didn't say anything when they caught him not listening and doodling in his notebook.

Maxwell's notebook was filled with random thoughts and stories that most 14 year olds don't have. His mom would say that he was special, but he knew that he was just weird. Things had been though for him mom lately, what with the divorce and all, and he didn't want to involve her in his school problems.

He doodled some angel wings and wrote in big capital letters above them one word: WINGS. Maxwell immediately felt horrible pain coming from his back.

"Mr. Robinson, may I be excused to go to the nurse?"

"Yes, but come back quickly. I don't want you missing any more lessons."

Maxwell said thank you and rushed out of the class. He turned right, towards the bathroom, instead of towards the nurse's room. He tried to push past some kids who were skipping class in the hall, but was stopped by the biggest jock in the school, Matt Howard. Matt was the star of the school's football team and every girl's dream. He was Maxwell's worst nightmare.

"Where do you think you're going, Maxwell?" Matt said and pushed him up against the lockers.

"Come on, Matt. This really isn't a good time." Maxwell was in some serious pain now.

"What's the matter, nerd? Rushing to the science lab?" Matt and his friends all laughed at this one, though Maxwell found it quite lame and, as a matter of fact, stupid.

"I actually just came from there. Could you let me go now, please?"

"What are you? Some kind of smart mouth? You can go now, but meet me after school for your regular beating." Matt said and through Maxwell on the floor.

Maxwell picked up his backpack and dashed down the hall. He burst into the restroom and got in the first stall.

"What's...happening...to me?" he whimpered in pain.

He took of his shirt and burst out of the stall. What he saw in the mirror was horrific and at the same time amazing. White angel wings had sprouted out of his back and were now flapping back and forth in the air. Maxwell looked at the floor and saw his open notebook. He picked it up and saw his doodles

from science class. There was one word that stood out on the page. One word in bold capital letters:


Maxwell ripped the page out of the notebook, crumpled it, and threw it in the nearest toilet. The moment he flushed the water, the pain stopped. Maxwell looked back up at the mirror and what he saw amazed him even more. The wings were gone, and in the place where they flapped was just plain air.

He picked up his shirt put it back on, collected his things, and started to walk back to class. Lucky for him, Matt and his pack of bullies were currently being led to the principles office by Mrs. Rodriguez, his spanish teacher. Matt looked back and saw Maxwell staring at him. He mouthed the words "after school" and slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. Maxwell made sure that they were out of site and made his way into the science lab.

"So nice of you to join us again, Maxwell", Mr. Robinson said. "Please return to your seat."

Maxwell walked quickly past his classmates and sat down at his seat at the back of the class. He opened his notebook and tried to understand what had just happened.

He decided to do an experiment. Maxwell took out his pencil and wrote down another word, this time something that couldn't cause him pain in any way possible. He wrote down the word PEN, in bold capital letters, just like before. In front of him, it seemed like the air was shifting. A couple of seconds later, a black ball point pen, that seconds ago hadn't been there, dropped from the air onto his desk.

"Amazing" he said to himself.

"What was that, Maxwell?" Mr. Robinson said, though Maxwell didn't understand how he could hear him from all the way upfront.

"Nothing, sir." Maxwell said.

"Come here please, Maxwell." Mr. Robinson said and some of the students started chatting and giggling.

Maxwell got up and walked towards Mr. Robinson's desk. On the way he heard some students giggling and saying things like "What do you think will happen to him?' or "I heard that the last kid that Mr. Robinson called to his desk was...". He didn't hear the end of that last sentence, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to, either.

"Yes, Mr. Robinson?" Maxwell said as he reached his desk.

"Stay here after school, okay? I need to have a conversation with you." Mr. Robinson said and handed him a slip that had the time he wanted him to be there, but also something else. On the back of the note were eight words in Mr. Robinson's handwriting; "I need to talk to you. It's urgent."

Maxwell didn't fully understand, but he didn't really care as well. A meeting with Mr. Robinson meant no meeting with Matt, and no meeting with Matt meant no getting pounded and no worrying his mom.

The bell rang which meant school was over. Students rushed out of class and headed towards their freedom, but Maxwell just got up and walked over to Mr. Robinson's desk.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Robinson?" he asked.

"Yes, Maxwell. Please take a seat."

Maxwell grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Mr. Robinson.

"You see, Maxwell. I think something happened today that caused you to run out of class like that. Just so you know, I saw you walk out of class and turn right towards the bathrooms, instead of going to the nurse's office. I was the one that called Mrs. Rodriguez so Matt Howard wouldn't bother you on your way back."

"Well, I guess I should thank you." Maxwell said, still not fully understanding what was going on.

"You're welcome but I wasn't finished." Mr. Robinson said. "For some time I've been working on a project. The main goal was to see if the human mind could control things. I don't know if you've noticed it, but sometimes when I see you really concentrating on something, unexplainable things happen. For example, one time you were writing something in that notebook of yours, and suddenly the window broke."

"I remember that." Maxwell said. "I think I was drawing a baseball field, and just as I finished writing the word baseball, the window broke. Maybe a baseball hit it."

"Maybe." Mr. Robinson said. "Maxwell, I'm not sure how, but whatever you write in that notebook comes true. Can you tell me what happened today?".

"I was just doodling a pair of wings, and suddenly my back started hurting like crazy. I rushed to the bathroom and when I took off my shirt, I had wings on my back. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen."

"So what happened to them?" Mr. Robinson asked in excitement.

"I was so amazed and scared that I ripped the page with the doodle out of my notebook and flushed it down the toilet. The second that the page was gone, so were the wings."

"Simply amazing. What about what happened in class? I saw something fall on you desk."

"I wanted to check that I wasn't crazy or something, so I wrote something else." Maxwell said and leaned down to take something out of his bag. He took the notebook out and opened it on the page where he had written PEN. "I wrote down the word "pen", and the air in front of me started shifting or something. The next thing I know, a pen appeared in the air and dropped on my desk."

"Are you sure someone didn't throw it at you or something like that?" Mr, Robinson asked.

"I'm completely sure and I even have proof." Maxwell pulled out the ball point pen and put it on the table.

"Do you think that I can see the notebook in action?"

"I think so" Maxwell said and started writing something down.

"What are you writing?" Mr. Robinson asked.

"I'm going for something small, so nothing dangerous happens. You'll see it in a second."

A few seconds later Maxwell finished writing and the air above the desk started moving just like in class. A shiny coin appeared in the air and fell onto the desk. It rolled around for a few seconds until it finally came to a stop.

"I don't know what to say. I've never seen anything like this in my life." Mr. Robinson said.

"Oh shoot!" Maxwell said and started getting up.

"What happened?" Mr. Robinson asked.

"I was supposed to be home right after school. I don't want my mom to worry. Do you know what time it is?"

"No, but I have an idea. Try creating a watch with the notebook."

"I hope it will work." Maxwell said and started writing.

A few seconds later a watch appeared on Maxwell's wrist.

"How did you get it to be on you wrist?" Mr. Robinson asked.

"I don't know. I just thought about it." Maxwell said, still I in a hurry to get home.

He looked at his brand new watch and saw that he was already late for lunch.

"I really have to go, Mr. Robinson. Can we continue this tomorrow?"

"Okay. Now hurry up and get home."

Maxwell got out of the chair and dashed out of class. Lucky for him, his apartment was only a few blocks away. They used to live in a big house at the other end of town, but ever since the divorce, they had been saving money and so they moved to a smaller and cheaper place here. This forced him to change schools, which didn't really matter since he didn't have any friends at his old school anyways.

He reached his apartment building and went inside. Their was no elevator so he started walking up the stairs. When he finally reached their house on the fifth floor, he knocked and his mother immediately opened the door. She had probably been sitting close to the door since she got home from the diner. Before the move, she hadn't worked since his dad made quite a lot of money. Now though, she had to work at any place that would accept her. She only got an hour for lunch break which she used to get home and make them some lunch, so he felt bad for making her waste most of it.

"Where were you? Are you out of your mind? I was so worried!" she said and hugged him.

"I'm fine mom, really. Mr. Robinson just needed to talk to me after school."

"What would he need to talk to you for? Is something wrong?"

"No, mom. Everything's fine. I promise. Can we just sit down and eat?" he said.

"Okay. I brought us some sandwiches from work. I hope that you'll like it."

She took two sandwiches out of a brown paper bag and handed one to him.

"I got you your favorite. It's a meatball sandwich!"

"Thanks mom." Maxwell said and took the sandwich.

She probably used a big part of her paycheck for this, and Maxwell was sorry for that, but he was proud of her as well for working hard.

"So how was school today?" she asked.

Maxwell thought about telling her about the notebook and his talk with Mr. Robinson, but he decided not to worry her.

"It was okay. Same as always." he said. "Can I go outside, please? Just to get some fresh air?"

"Okay, but if you're not back and I have to leave, I'll leave the key under the mat."

"Okay mom, thanks!" he said and left the apartment.

When he got outside, he realized that his back still hurt a little because of the wings, and he really didn't want to walk around right now. As he thought this, a kid passed him on a bike, and that gave him an idea. Maxwell took out his notebook and wrote one word: BIKE. A few seconds later, a brand new green bike appeared in front of him.

"Now that is cool" he said and got on.

As he was riding his new bike down the street, he heard a woman yelling.

"Please, someone help me! My baby climbed on a ledge and she will fall if someone doesn't get her down from there."

This gave Maxwell another idea. He quickly stopped in an alley so no one would see him and pulled out his notebook. He wrote down the word LADDER, and a few seconds later, a steel ladder appeared. Maxwell grabbed the ladder and ran to the lady. He leaned the ladder on a wall and climbed up to the baby. The baby climbed into his arms happily and they both returned to the ground.

"Here you go, miss. You're baby is safe now." Maxwell said.

"Oh, thank you so much. I guess it was fate that you would be here with your ladder." she said.

"Yeah, I guess it was fate" he said and smiled.

The woman left with her baby and Maxwell went back to his bike. He couldn't ride a bike with a ladder in his hand, so he crumpled the paper and threw it in the nearest garbage can. The ladder immediately disappeared. Maxwell smiled. He was starting to get the hang of this. He got on his bike and rode home.

He got to the apartment and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He checked under the mat, and the key was there. He picked it up and opened the door. When he got in, he put his bike in his room so his mom wouldn't see it, and took of the watch. He lay down on his bed and opened his journal. As he flipped through the pages, he saw doodles and words from earlier in the year. He wondered if those had been created as well. For now, all he could do was rest. He couldn't wait for the next exciting day.