Back at the Madison house, the bedroom that used to belong to the original Jon was fading away. In fact, the room was barely recognizable as a bedroom anymore, as it was being used for storage. In the new reality that was being created, Tiffany Madison only had two kids - Jon and Mikey. So there only needed to be a master bedroom and two regular bedrooms.
As Jon and the other three in his group settled in, he took stock of his cooking mates. There was Jay, obviously, who had shrunken in height until he was a few inches shorter than Jon since the beginning of class. Along with his friend there was Gladys Brewer, a corpulent whale of a girl who looked like she could barely contain herself from eating the ingredients. Then there was Amber Levine, one of Sarah McMillan's cronies and best friend of Zelda Corinth. And like Zelda, Amber was a complete ditz. She was a blond busty, perky thing, all decked out in pink, gnawing away at a piece of gum like a cow chewing cud.
"Fucking idiots," Jon murmured in the direction of the cow and the ditz, and set about working on the meal. Normally he would have shirked his part and made his partners pick up the slack, but both Gladys and Amber seemed incapable of even such a basic task, and Jon didn't want to make Jay do all the work.
And so they began to prepare a meal, a rather simple meat and vegetable soup. Jon and Jay exchanged amused glances when Gladys cut one of her little piggy fingers while chopping celery, though a few minutes later Jon almost did the same when a long strand of hair fell over his face. He cursed, brushing the hair away, failing to realize how his hair had crept downwards and was now halfway down his back.
The group finished the soup, left it to simmer on the hot plate, and laid back as they waited for it to cook. Jon and Jay skulked back to the rear area of the room, glowering at the clusters of people chattering away like tiny, annoying birds. Just the sight of them made Jon sick.
After entertaining himself a bit, chatting with Jay and watching some jocks taunt Gladys, the teacher called them to return to their posts and check on their soup. Grudgingly, Jon returned to his station with Jay, where Gladys and Amber were waiting.
"So, y'know, maybe we should, like, check on it, or something, to like, see if its good?" Amber bubbled.
"The lapdog is right," Jay consented, looking to Jon.
"Fine," Jon grumbled, snatching a ladle from Gladys and scooping out some of the murky liquid. He brought the broth to his lips, only to hastily spit the scalding soup back out. "You did that on purpose, you bitch!" Jon shouted, his feminine voice rendering it more a screech.
"Like, did what?" Amber asked, not even registering what had happened.
"You alright?" Jay asked Jon.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Though I think my lips are a little swollen," Jon replied, though in truth they had just plumped out into a much more desirable form.
Jon was about to renew his accusations of the airhead when the bell rang, and so instead he held his tongue as Amber bounced out of the classroom. It was now, thankfully, the last period of the day, and Jon bid Jay farewell before heading to the other side of the school towards his destination, which was ...
