I Rewrite (English Version)

“Finally, class is almost over!” said a CBFMNHS student to his seatmate while their teacher was still conducting the lesson. “What’s that, Dion? Is class over already that you’re making noise?!” the teacher shouted after seeing Dion talking. “Sorry, ma’am,” he replied, while his seatmate laughed at what happened to him. “Hahaha!!! I thought the teacher wasn’t looking,” his seatmate said. “RING!” “School’s out, buddy. Let’s go.” said John Paul. “But I’m on cleaning duty!” “Come on, just leave it—there are so many other cleaners there anyway!” “No way, buddy—they’ll be in trouble!” Dion quickly replied. “Fine, suit yourself—I’ll go ahead,” “Okay, take care,” Dion said as he waved to his departing friend. After a while, once they finished cleaning with his other classmates. “Dion, are you staying longer? We’ll go ahead,” said a female classmate of Dion as she walked out of the classroom. “Go ahead, I’ll be here a bit longer—take care all of you!” Dion said as he continued wiping the windows. “Phew, finally done,” he said as he wiped sweat from his face. After wiping up, he looked around the classroom again to check if there was any mess left inside, but as he walked to the center, he saw a notebook on the teacher’s table. “Huh, whose is this?” he picked it up and saw the words ‘FUTURE TO PRESENT, PRESENT TO THE PAST’ written on the front. Half of the notebook looked old (the first to middle pages were new; middle to back pages were old). Dion opened the notebook and saw dates listed for every day from 1700 to 2050. The dates were ordered from 1981 to 2050 in the first half (new section), while the second half (old section) had dates from 1700 to 1980. “What is this, nonsense?” Dion said, slamming the notebook on the table—but it flew open from the force and landed on the old section. Dion saw something written there, so he picked it up. “Huh, is there something written here?” he asked himself and took the notebook to read for a moment. “Rizal will be arrested on July 6, 1892. He will be exiled to Dapitan, Zamboanga del Norte. After four years, he will travel to Cuba, but will be brought back to the Philippines and arrested again. He will be accused of inciting rebellion against the Spaniards and sentenced to death.” “What, this seems way too accurate?” Dion wondered aloud and continued reading. “Before he dies, he will write a poem titled ‘Mi Ultimo Adios.’ One morning, he will be taken to Bagumbayan and executed there.” After reading this, Dion threw the notebook at the wall in fear. “W-What did I just read?” The force of his throw sent it to his feet, open to an even later section of the old pages. He gathered his courage, picked up the notebook again, and read while trying to calm down. “September 1, 1939. Nazi Germany will invade Poland. September 2, 1945. Japan will surrender. A world war will break out, with main participants called the ‘AXIS POWERS’—composed of Germany, Italy, and Japan. The ‘ALLIED POWERS’ will consist of the United Kingdom, United States, Soviet Union, France…” Dion stopped reading, too nervous to continue. “Enough—my head might explode. Wait a minute,” Dion realized the notebook covered the present time and searched for it. “Here!” he said excitedly when he found the page for the current day. “July 2, 2025. [7:45 PM] A young girl will suddenly cross the road in front of CBFMNHS and be hit by a speeding car.” “What?!” Dion exclaimed in shock, rushing outside and checking the time on his phone. “It’s 7:43 PM, but I don’t see any child.” He was about to go back into the classroom when a woman suddenly shouted. “Kid, don’t run!” she said to her child, who was running toward the street. “BEEEEEEP!!!” “CRASH!!!” “My child!” the woman cried out and ran quickly to the girl. “My child! My child!” The crowd gathered around the incident, while Dion trembled at what he saw. Terrified, he ran back into the classroom, trembling. A guard passed by the classroom door and saw him sitting in a chair, clutching his chest. “Oh, are you okay?” the guard asked. “Yes, ma’am, I’m fine.” “Lock the classroom door when you leave, okay?” she said. “Yes, ma’am.” Once the guard left, Dion quickly took the notebook he had hidden behind him. He flipped to the back of the page and saw a name written there. At the top of the page was the word “DEATH,” while at the very bottom were the words “MUST HAPPEN!” Skulls and knives were drawn on both sides. “So the child’s name is Samantha?” Dion said to himself. “What if I erase her name—after all, it was written in pencil.” Dion took an eraser from his bag and wiped the name he saw on that page of the notebook. “Oh, it erased just fine.” “AHHH!!!” Dion jumped at the scream and ran quickly out of the classroom to see what happened. “My child—she was just in my arms and suddenly disappeared!” “Huh! How did that happen?” said another woman standing beside the girl’s mother. “I don’t know—weren’t you watching too?” “I don’t know either—I was looking at your child, and she vanished the moment I blinked.” “That’s impossible!” the girl’s mother shouted. “Well, that’s what I saw—I don’t know where she went.” The girl’s mother continued crying over her missing child as an ambulance approached. Dion could barely breathe from what he had seen. But he calmly went back into the classroom and sat down again. “Am I dreaming?” he asked himself. Then he suddenly took a pencil from his bag and stabbed it into his neck. When he pulled it out, a lot of blood gushed out and stained the entire classroom. Soon after, he collapsed to the floor, soaked in his own blood. A short time later, the guard arrived at the classroom. “Kid, are you done clea—” She saw the body of the young man who had been cleaning earlier, lying lifeless on the floor and drenched in blood. “AHHHH!!!” She called the police and reported the incident. Soon after, police officers arrived with morgue personnel carrying the body. As one officer passed by, he handed something to the guard. “Oh, he was holding this in his right hand, with his finger tucked between the pages.” he said to the guard and handed over a notebook. “Wait—he was holding this?” the guard asked the officer. “Yes.” “But how come there’s no trace of blood on any page?” “Don’t worry—we’re asking the same question.” he replied with a smile. “Why was he holding this?” she asked herself. She looked at the notebook and noticed the officer had left a mark on the page the student had tucked his finger into. She opened it and saw the written event about the young girl. “What is this?” She continued reading and saw something written below the story of the hit-and-run victim. “July 2, 2025 [8:56 PM] A young man will take a sharp object and kill himself by stabbing it into his neck. (He did not mention himself in the notebook’s writing.)”