Jon sat quietly at the dinner table, barely listening to his family's inane conversation. He was too focused on trying to see whatever random change he might've caused with such a stupid wish. Everything seemed okay so far.
"Earth to Jon!" His father's voiced snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry dad, long day," Jon said.
"Ah, high school," Roger remarked. "I remember those days. It can be tough, all the social pressure and everything. Just try to enjoy it and not worry about all the cliques and trying to fit in. Not worth the time, I always say. Just focus on your schoolwork and you'll be fine."
"Thanks, dad," Jon said. He always could count on his father to remind him about what was important. "I actually had a pretty big math test today, and I think it went..." Jon trailed off when he noticed the look on his father's face. He was just sitting there, a blank, thousand-yard stare on his face. His mother, brother, and sister continued eating, not noticing anything unusual.
"Dad?" Jon asked, "You okay?"
"Did you see what Jenny was wearing today?" he said suddenly, with quite a bit more sass than Jon was used to hearing.
"Huh? Dad, what do you mean?"
"Yeah, but they were last season's Tory Burch flats. And, like, probably knockoffs anyway."
"Who are you talking to??" Jon asked, but he got no response. The rest of his family kept eating. It was like his father was having half of someone else's conversation.
"OMG I could see it through his gym shorts! It was so obvious. I swear these boys are, like, so easy. All it takes is a short skirt and a little wiggle, and they grin like idiots and do whatever you want."
And it was starting to sound somewhat familiar.
"Hang on, let's go in here. I've got to try on that dress, it'll make my boobs look spectacular!"
He blinked a couple of times, then looked back at his plate and started eating again. "So what were you saying about your math test?"
