Laying unconscious on the carpet is Callum, now an identical copy of Brayden. He awakens and groans, "That fucking hurt."
"Oh my God. You're alive," says Brayden with some happiness.
"Yeah.... Why?...." Asks Callum as a look of confusion forms on his face. He looks down and lightheadedness hits him, "This isn't my body!"
"Yeah," Luke says, "You're a perfect copy of Brayden." Callum looks towards his friend for confirmation and he nods.
"So now what?"
"We need to contact your parents," says Mr Jackson.
"Oh duh. Wonder how they'll take it."
"We'll have to see. But for the time being. Class continues as normal. Return to your desks."
Class resumes, or at least the best it could be in a situation like this. Callum feels weird, the slight extra height is throwing him off, even when sitting. Then there's the arms and general posture, things that seem simple enough but throw him off. Even the slightest bit of movement is an experience in such a foreign body.
The teacher hands out worksheets before leaving the classroom. He knows not everyone will do their work unsupervised, but this is a serious situation that requires immediate attention.
20 minutes pass. Most of the class have ditched the worksheets and are chatting. Mr Jackson returns and collects both Callum and Brayden before leaving the class to their chats again.