Algebra 2 class with Mr. Michaels was pretty normal. After all, a wish about three people had no impact on the fundamentals of fractions, which was the topic of the day.
Halfway through the class, however, as Keisha soaked up a lecture about improper fractions and took a few notes, she remembered that Jason Maas was also in this class, though he tended to sit on the other side of the room. She glanced briefly off to the side while Mr. Michaels changed slides.
Instead of Jason Maas was a girl half his size who, just from her appearance, held none of the physical qualifications of an offensive lineman. She must be reeling from this. Maybe I should talk to her after class.
A sudden digression in class took her attention. There would be an exam in two weeks, Mr. Michaels informed his first period, as they would be nearing the end of the chapter on fractions. The computerized tones of the school PA system formally closed the book on first period, and Keisha packed her bag and hoped to say something to the new Jason.
