Blake's teacher slammed her ruler onto his desk.
"Mister Strange!" screamed Mrs. O'Hara.
"I'm awake!" he lied.
"Mister Strange, I fully expect you to stay awake in my class! I don't care if you think Irish mythology is boring, you WILL be tested on this," she said. "I won't give you detention, but see me after class."
And with that, Blake's teacher walked back to her desk, and as she sat down to start class once again, the bell coincidentally rang, signaling the end of school. As Blake tried to run out with the rest of his classmates, he heard Mrs. O'Hara tap her desk and he grudgingly stayed behind.
"Mister Strange," she started, "Do you enjoy sleeping in my class?"
"No, ma'am," he said quietly.
"Then why do you do it?"
"...mmhmmmmhmmbb," he mumbled.
"Well Mister Blake, this may be counter productive, but in lieu of detention..." she grabbed a small, ancient book from her desk. "I expect you to read the first chapter of this book by next Tuesday and hand in a one page report what you thought of it."
"What?!" Blake cried.
"It's either that or I give you a detention for every time you slept in my class. And that would be...seven times. So, one chapter or seven detentions, take your pick."
"...I'll do the mmmhmmbmm book."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, ma'am."
Blake took the book from Mrs. O'Hara and headed home.
After spending his entire night surfing TV Tropes, Blake remembered the book that Mrs. O'Hara had given him. He reached into his backpack and took it out, almost ripping it in two in the process. He looked at the front cover.
"Spells of the Druids, by Maria O'Hara. Figures she'd make me read her own book," he said as he opened the no-doubt self-published book.
Chapter One, Body Swapping Spells
"Oh, joy," said Blake, sarcastically. The chapter stretched out an entire lecture of one spell that could be condensed into one paragraph. Say names of the two people you want to swap bodies, followed by the chant 'Ancient Powers that be, swap!' and the time it will take to change them.
"What a load of bull," he said. He looked around his room and saw a cage at the end of his room. His two guinea pigs, Fluffers and Shmoo, sat around doing whatever guinea pigs do. Perhaps talking about the wonders of lettuce. "...Fluffers Strange, Shmoo Strange, Ancient Powers that be, swap! Ten seconds!" he said, flailing his arms into the air.
A, for lack of a better word, strange thing happened. Shmoo slowly but surely became larger, fatter, and lighter. Fluffers became smaller, thinner, and darker. And since Fluffers was a man and Shmoo was a woman, you can imagine what else happened.
Blake smirked. He smirked like how Micheal Jackson would have if Toddlers and Tiaras created a male version. A crazy smirk.
"...Awesome."