Jon on the other hand left the computer lab with a spring in his step. During creative writing Mrs. Anderson had said that his idea of two friends swapping places without anyone knowing was a good one and he should try writing as a short story for the next class on Monday. He said he would try.
Mr. Duncan in Computer Science hadn't asked much of him at all. In fact it had taken a lot of effort to get Mr. Duncan to look at his face, he seemed more interested in talking to Jon's non-existent cleavage. Jon had found it very difficult to get any help from the teacher whatsoever. As he walked along with the girls' towards his locker a few of them told Jon to ignore that old pervert. One girl Susan had gone as far as to tell him to report Mr. Duncan for what he was doing during the lesson. Jon said he would think about.
But right now all Jon could think about was the fact that his next lesson was Gym. More accurately Girls' Gym. Maybe this will make up for the day I have had. He thought to himself, trying hard not to let the smile on his face get any wider.
