Jon patted his more tender and swollen spots, and felt himself becoming slightly emotional. He shook it off, and tried to formulate some sort of plan on the way to school. The gears within his brain turned and turned to no avail, and he found himself become depressed, until finally a glimmer of hope came when Karyn and some people he had trouble recognizing walked over to him before the start of school. He hoped maybe she had come to her senses, some how breaking free of the stones magic.
"Hey Jonny boy." Karyn said.
Jon slumped slightly. Great more insults.
"Me and the girls were talking, and we thought you could use our help. You know...with all...thegh." Karyn continued, ending with a guttural sounds and facial expressions to match and gesturing to Jon's attire.
Jon sighed slightly. He could always count on one thing, Sarah's sense of self importance. He began to wonder if he could manage to convince Sarah to undo this, if he could just get her friendship...somehow. Karyn, being like Sarah now, but still somehow holding pity now rather than malice toward him, might be a good place to start.
"Well dweeb?" Karyn said. "I'm bored of you looking like trash, so do you want our advice or what? There's nothing I love more than giving advice on fashion!" She said with a sideways smirk to the group, who were all sneering no longer at Jon, but at his outfit.
Maybe looking like Sarah will be to my advantage. Jon thought, with a spark of hope, quickly followed by nausea. Why do I feel so sick?
Jon needed to make a decision, integrate and infiltrate, or decline?
