You decide that the best course of action right now is to return home and find out what's happened to your old body. You speculate to yourself as you place your hands on the wheel that your teacher must now be in your old body, and he's probably panicking like hell, if he's woken up that is. So you decide you'll first return home and then decide what to do next whilst you're there.
You find you remember how to drive perfectly and set off back toward your house. It barely takes you ten minutes, as you luckily don't live that far away from each other. Pulling up on the drive way, you're thankful that your parents and sister have gone on holiday without you for once as you rush toward the door, collecting the hide-a-key from underneath the plant pot and let yourself in.
Wasting no time, you shut the door behind you and race up the stairs and into your room, finding your old body in front of the mirror, screaming in horror in surprise. He shuts up as soon as he sees you - and then rugby tackles you to the floor. He's on top of you, with one hand strangling you and another raised up in a fist, as if he's about to punch you, when he demands -