When Karyn's eyes had recovered from the flash that had emanated from the wishing rock she found herself alone in Jon's room. Jon was nowhere to be found.
"Uh oh," she mumbled, fighting back panic.
Jon found himself standing in a field. Well, standing was the wrong word. Kicking was more like it. That's right, Jon found himself kicking in a field. It was a field he recognized. It was the sports field outside his school. He moved his eyes left to right and found that he was part of a line of cheerleaders. Right next to him, on his left, was Sarah McMillan.
He kicked again, higher than he thought he could, and was shocked to see that his leg was shaved. He noticed this, of course, because he was wearing a cheerleader's outfit, like the one he'd seen on Sarah many times. Sneakers, socks, skirt, even the pom-poms he held in his hands, all the same.
After a complicated combination of kicks, twirls and shouts (how had he known all those cheers? He seemed to be running on automatic), he began to notice a pattern. While there were some variations between the other cheerleaders, whether in timing or in actual routines, he and Sarah were always in perfect unison. Every thing she did, he acted just the same. It was then that he remembered the wording of the wish. If he had had that kind of control over his movements, he would have sworn, but instead, he jumped up and down, waving his pom-pom and shouting, "Go Tigers!", right along with Sarah.
He took some solace in the fact that it would only last an hour, but a lot could happen in an hour, good and bad. The cheer practice seemed to be coming to a close, which was nice since he was feeling very winded. He had no idea how much exercise it was to go through the dance routines these girls went through and swore that he'd never look down on them again when it came to fitness.
"Okay girls, good work!" Their cheerleading coach, Ms. Applesweet, called the stop to the workout, "If you're that good next week, you'll get state championship for sure! Hit the showers!"
Sarah, with Jon right at her side, walked to the basket where everyone was putting their practice pom-poms. He was uncomfortable with the sway she was putting in his and her hips, and the wink that he was forced to echo at Tommy Jackson in the bleachers, but nothing topped when both he and Sarah ran up to Biff, Sarah's boyfriend, said, "Hey honey," punctuating it with a kiss (both at the same time).
If he had control, he would have spit, gagged, anything to break the memory. That, and the memory of Biff's hands squeezing both his and Sarah's butts, only to be returned by a giggle and a playful swat that Sarah and he administered to Biffs beefy biceps.
"Wait for me after my shower, then we'll have some fun," they both said, their voices blending into a weird hybrid of soprano and baritone. At that, they both sashayed into the locker room to disrobe and get clean.
Finally, Jon thought, now this is a part I won't mind too much. He realized he only had about 30 minutes left in the wish, so he hoped that he'd at least get something good out of it. They walked to Sarah's locker, both worked the combination and unlocked it, both took off their outfits, folding them neatly, grabbed towels and toiletries, and headed to the showers. If he could have smiled, he would have, because the first thing he saw was...
