Jon barely looked at the sheet of paper in front of him and knew the answer to every question. He had no idea why, but this quiz was a breeze. A whole lot easier than the other crap that the teacher threw at him. He looked around and saw everyone else taking their time and thinking hard about it. Even Linda. He filled out the quiz in record time, then turned it in.
"Did you even try, or just guess?" Mrs. Tremaine asked him.
"I'm finished with the quiz. What difference does it make?" Jon asked. Then he turned and walked back to his desk. The teacher was such an asshole.
"Jon," Mrs. Tremaine said.
He turned around. "What?" he snapped.
"Come here."
Glaring at her, he walked back to the front of the room.
"Every one of these answers is correct. And I know that you aren't that good of a student," she said. "You cheated."
"The fuck I did."
Now it was the teacher who was glaring. "You will restrain yourself from talking like that in my presence."
"Fucking make me," Jon said.
She pounded on her desk, grabbing the attention of the entire class. "Report to detention after school," she said, filling out a detention slip with Jon's name on it.
"What?"
"You heard me. Now go sit back down."
Jon glared at her a moment longer, then did as she said. Once back at his seat, he sat silently, but seething, throughout the rest of the class. Linda looked over in his direction every now and then, probably wondering if Jon really had cheated or not. As it turned out, he hadn't. Just like Tiffany had retained physical traits from her previous life, Jon had retained his knowledge of the French language (third year French) from his previous life. And look what it got him - detention. He had gotten detention before, but this time he didn't deserve it. He really didn't cheat.
As Jon sat through the class, he failed to notice how his small breasts got a little larger, becoming B-cups, or how his manhood had shrunk in size by half. Linda also changed further, dropping a few more years, becoming about 22-years old.
And before he knew it, the final bell of the day went off. An hour ago, he was looking forward to that bell. The bell of freedom. But now he had to go to fucking detention. Would he ever get out of this fucking shithole of a school?
"Detention's only a half an hour," Linda told Jon. "I'll wait for you. Then we can ..."
"Nah, you might as well go home," Jon said, picking up his books and heading for the door. "I'll just meet you there."
Linda shrugged, then nodded.
About ten minutes later, Jon walked into the room being used for detention. Today's selection of misfits included ...
