When Jon woke the next morning he very quickly realized he'd overslept. He'd forgotten to reset his alarm from the weekend and ended up waking up at 7:30 instead of 6:30 am. Now he only had half an hour to get to school. Jon rushed through a shower and dressed and was out the door in fifteen minutes.
As he walked the short distance to school he scanned the local news app on his cell phone. Apparently they were doing a fashion week special in town and a number of high level fashion industry folks and entertainment bigwigs gathering at the arts center. The arts center was across the street from the high school so Jon was hoping he'd get the chance to see a super model or two before the day was over.
He glanced at the clock on his phone and was surprised to see that he'd lost track of time. He only had five minutes to get to school before the wish kicked in. He was almost there when he heard a screech and a crash. He looked up in time to see an old Plymouth crash into a flashy looking Fiat. The Fiat looked pretty bad, the front end was pretty much disintegrated and it was wrapped around a pole. Jon glanced around but at this point in the morning the throng of kids that would normally be milling around had headed inside in anticipation of home room study hall so he was the only one around.
Without thinking, Jon ran over to the Fiat. The driver from the Plymouth was getting out. He seemed disoriented but ok, but Jon hadn't even seen anyone so much as stir in the Fiat. Thankfully the driver door opened ok. Jon threw it open and saw that the woman inside was ok. she looked up him from the deflated airbag and smiled with a slightly dazed look in her eyes.
"Hello," she said.
Suddenly Jon felt the world spin a little. She looked up at the young man staring down at her from outside the car. "Could you, like, help me up?" she asked.
The young man looked even more dazed than she felt. Of course, he'd probably never expected to see a woman like Jon in a situation like this. He seemed to come to his senses and reached down to help Jon out of the car. Jon felt a little unsteady on her heels for a second but quickly regained her balance. She straightened her top a bit and tugged up at the waist of her jeans. She pulled her purse from the passenger seat of her car and breathed a sigh of relief. Her phone was intact.
In the distance, Jon could hear the police arriving on scene. She swiped her phone and dialed out. within seconds her manager was on the phone. "Sorry, Sylvia," Jon said as the woman scolded her for being late even though Jon wasn't even supposed to make his first walk until 11 am. "I can not help it if these crazy people do not know how to stop for traffic lights."
Jon had the vague feeling her wording was stilted. It was strange but usually she didn't notice when she forgot to use contractions until Sylvia pointed it out to her. She said they made people feel more comfortable talking to her. Jon tried to remember, but she'd only been speaking English for about six year now and it still felt off to her.
She glanced down at her reflection and smiled. Even now, before she'd even gotten into the make up chair, she knew she was a knockout. She'd already had some notoriety thanks to a very popular Vogue spread but she wasn't quite a household name. Soon the whole world, though, would know Jon Gibson as more than just an up and coming Indian model. Jon was sure of it.
