Jon left the classroom and went to his next class, which was Creative Writing. He walked into the room, expecting to see Karyn and Sarah, since they took the class with him. But instead, he saw Kyla. Jon figured that since reality was different, people took different classes.
Kyla strolled in, talking on her cellphone, presumably to one of her cheerleader friends, and took a seat. In a very "Sarah McMillan" manner, she crossed her very-exposed legs, giving guys a peek at her pink panties.
What a slut, Jon thought, then stopped himself. He never imagined Kyla ever acting like this or looking this sexy, but now she was. And it was hard to get her out of his head.
A few minutes after the class started, Sarah walked in.
"You're late, Ms. McMillan," Mrs. Richardson, the teacher, said.
Sarah shot her an annoyed glance, but didn't say anything. She just took her seat in silence.
"The freak is always late," Kyla teased.
"Shut the fuck up, Kyla!" Sarah yelled out.
"Ms. McMillan! This is not the place for that kind of language," the teacher said.
Kyla smirked, which looked identical to the one that the original Sarah always displayed ... when she got her way.
Sarah crossed her arms in front of her corset and leaned back. She hated authority, but she also hated that ditzy bitch Kyla. Sarah and her friends (Sabrina and Stephanie) were planning on getting even with her. Unfortunately, she may never get her revenge, since the next personality swap would happen in just about nine hours. And at that time, reality would change again and Sarah wouldn't be Goth anymore.
The class went on just about as normal as possible. Sarah shot Kyla some irritated glances and Kyla displayed a few looks of disgust. But other than that there weren't any big fights.
Kyla didn't really seem to enjoy the class, but Sarah certainly did. Or at least it seemed that way. She was constantly writing in her journal. Jon witnessed his sister Zoe doing that on more than one occasion. Her Goth thoughts and poetry, or something. It was just weird to see Sarah as the one scribbling her thoughts down.
When the class was over, everyone left in a hurry, either moving on to their next class or meeting up with friends in the hallway.
Jon left the classroom and walked back to his locker to pick up his books for his next class, which was ...
