"Well, thank God your almost ready," Jon's mom said as she entered his room, "I'm glad we won't be late today!"
"Late? For what?" Jon asked back.
"Don't be silly, your ballet practice." She then grabbed Jon's arm and dragged him out of the room.
Jon thought about swapping quickly, but something kind of interested him about going to ballet practice. Plus, maybe he could find himself a better head. He just hoped no one went onto his computer while he was away. Leaving that website and those photos up could be quite embarrassing.
