[WP] You need a miracle to pass your history test, so you wish for it. Instead of getting the questions right, history changes to match your wrong answers

  1. Who built the pyramids.

The ancient Egyptians

  1. Which Book of the Bible covers the leaving from Egypt.

Exodus

  1. Where did the ancient Israelites go after Egypt.

To the promised land.

  1. Why did Moses not enter the promised land.

He hit the rock instead of speaking to it.

  1. Which city did Joshua first invade?

Nineveh

It was as I wrote the last letter I realized my mistake. I was no longer writing with a pen in Mr. Tarfield's third grade Bible class at the new Corinthian Christian Academy. I had a wooden stylus and I was making wedges into a mushy brown clay tablet. The classroom was different. Everyone seemed like they were dressed in outfits from Prince of Persia. Our school had been on a field trip to the ancient Egypt museum before our after noon quiz and I had seen an ancient cat mummy and thought to myself "I would do anything to pass this history exam." I didn't realize that I had awoken an ancient feline deity nor did I realize that my answers to the quiz would change the world.

As my teacher called on me I, I understood the words but the language was all wrong, almost guttural. I looked out the opening from our earthen brick schoolhouse and I remember I need to feed our livestock, that doesn't seem right I used to live in a two story duplex with my mom since my father left. I didn't see the school bus outside either. The air was much cleaner and I could see trees. This used to be a city I thought to my self.

The teacher had walked up to me as I gazed into the woods. My fingers zinged as I heard the whoosh! Crack! On my knuckles.

I was immediately brought to attention. I began to tear up and looked to see if the cute girl I sat next to saw. When turned to look I saw my Ibrim sitting in her sit. That's not right my friend was Jake. The day went on thusly until I got out of school. I walked home with my friends and saw my thatched roof with my father and his three wives and two concubines outside preparing for the Sabbath. I began to do my chores.

I looked up in the distance and saw the chariot approach. I knew I shouldn't be in his way but the driver didn't stop. I kept back into the sheaves of grain and hit the rough ground. A moment later my vision went black. When I woke up I was in my soft straw bed. Judah your brother found you. You need to be more careful. I looked up at my father's face.

The next day we walked to Temple. The we polished the golden calf and said our prayers. I had a flash of pain as I entered the temple. My head felt like a brick hit it. I blinked. I heard alarms going off and felt sticky glass on my face. I could see the mummified cat next to me. I was on the ground my feet were wrapped around a velvet red rope. I was back at the museum.

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