The next class was history. Jon usually found history to be boring, but today something caught his attention. They were studying the first world war, and something about its futility and chaos seemed to appeal to him.
Despite his delight at the grim subject matter, halfway through Jon found himself fidgeting. The actions seemed stupid and entirely unnecessary, and yet Jon couldn't help it. He stroked piercings on his ears and lip that he didn't realize weren't there a moment ago. He failed to notice how his fingernails lengthened and darkened until they were black talons, just as he didn't so much to blink as the hair fell away as he absently brushed his hand along his arms, legs, and face. His hair was continuing to lengthen, and by the end of class was touching his shoulders, the dark locks beginning to take on a razored appearance.
As he made his way to the cafeteria,Jon noticed his sister in the hallway, or at least until he got a second look and realized it was only that slut Zoe Sanders, her skimpy outfit barely covering enough to avoid the ire of the establishment. On second thought, it seemed even stranger for Jon to mistake a flirtatious whore like Zoe as his sister, especially considering that he didn't have a sister. Turning into the cafeteria, Jon shoved some nerd out of the way as he made his way to where his friend Zelda was sitting.
