As Jon left the classroom, he made eye contact with Zoe Sanders again and if looks could kill, both of them would've been dead at that very moment. 'Just look at that fucking bimbo. With her golden hair and boobs that are about to burst out of her top. Why anyone would want to look like that I have no idea.' he thinks to himself not noticing that she didn't look that way when class had started.
He waits for her to leave and as he does so he absentmindedly scratches his chest which has begun to swell but he thinks it's completely normal. Once she's out of eye sight, he finally leaves the classroom.
On his way down the hall he glances around and just shakes his head in disgust at all the sheep who follow trends like they were their shepards. "Good thing I'll never be like them." he says under his breath.
As he gets closer and closer to his French class his hair had shifted color until it was completely black. His face changed a little further as well as his cheekbones raised up on his face until they resembeled tiny apples.
He finally got there to see Linda was already at her usual seat which he was thankful was right next to his and he took a seat right by her.
"Just gotta drudge through this last class and we have the weekend to look forward to." Linda says to him in a much softer voice. If Jon wasn't under the effects of the wish he'd notice that Linda now appeared to be in her early twenties and her body was much more girlish.
The bell then rang which signaled the beginning of the period. "Ok class I hope you are ready for a pop quiz today." Mrs. Tremaine said which caused both Jon and Linda to roll their eyes.
"Well so much for this being as easy as possible." Jon muttered.
