Unaware Tf

Jon's attempt to change his grades has him end up at the mercy of his unaware teacher,

Jon snuck into the classroom after school was over to see if he could change his grades and attendance. He wasn’t a bad or absent student by any means, but his teacher, Ms. Dhillon, he swore was extra strict on him in particular. She would always single him out if a group was misbehaving. Another student could walk into class right in front of Jon, both of them a minute late to class, and only he would be given a late mark. One time he let someone copy from his homework, almost word for word, and she gave them a higher grade than Jon. If anything he would be making things right, fair, by altering the records. Only, Jon would never actually get to.

The door handle started clacking right when Jon finally managed to figure out the software. Thinking fast, he quickly shut off the computer and transformed himself into a USB stick. It was the first thing that came to mind that would decently blend in at his teacher’s desk. Just in the nick of time as Ms. Dhillon walked in, and then over to her desk. Jon braced as her legs swung and the sole of her shoe hovered over him for a moment, threatening to destroy him. She would totally snuff him out under her shoe if she did know he was a little fragile USB stick under her foot, Jon knew it.

Thankfully, her footfall missed by just a centimetre. It was so close that her foot grazed him as it next took off, kicking Jon a little, making him clatter against the floor. This alerted Ms. Dhillon to his presence. Hearing the rattling, she looked down to see a USB stick on the floor and promptly reached down and pinched it up. Held between just her finger and thumb, she inspected it for a moment. It was just a matte black rectangle, nothing special about it. Ms. Dhillon didn’t recognise it as one of her own memory sticks, nor one of her students, to which Jon was relieved.

Then, Ms. Dhillon sat down in her chair at her desk and then casually plugged the USB she had found, Jon, into her computer. His relief washed away in an instant. Suddenly, Jon was panicking and anxious about what she might see, what she might do. What would happen if she started messing around with his insides, adding files, deleting them? He couldn’t change back yet, or into anything else, there’s a cooldown. Internally, he was freaking out. Ms. Dhillon was none the wiser. She just nonchalantly double-clicked on the USB to see what it contained, oblivious to the fact it was her student, and was greeted by a folder that brazenly just said, “Jon”. But, what? Was she gonna assume that the USB was her student of the same name based on that? Of course not.

She further delved into the innards of the USB, into the folder, and found what seemed to be Jon’s mind in the form of files. Memories, opinions, personality traits, From her perspective, though, files were all they were. Vaguely defined junk that barely dented the abnormally massive storage space. Either folders that would rabbit hole into oblivion and eventually end up at files that weren’t able to be opened due to a lack of compatible software or a text document that contained nothing but gibberish but in actuality was Jon’s stream of consciousness being transcribed, his thoughts as he thought them. His panicked thoughts; his thoughts pleading for Ms. Dhillon to somehow realise it was him, apologising for trying to sneak in and change his grades, and even thoughts he tried to subdue like how he was actually turned on by being at his teacher’s mercy like this. He’d always thought like that about Ms. Dhillon. He was actually into her abusing her power over him as she did, he hoped that he wasn’t just imagining her picking on him, but this was extreme. She could wipe out his very being with a click of her finger, and that she would.

Her furrowed brow shook with her head as she closed all the folders and documents from the USB that she had opened, backed out of the folder, Jon’s mind, and left-clicked. She hovered her mouse over the delete button for a moment and considered that the USB stick might be one of her students’. As in, a USB stick owned by one of her students, probably Jon’s going by the name of the folder in there, but it would never even cross her mind that the USB was actually a person. She had no idea what she would truly be doing with just the tap of her finger, but that didn’t stop her. In fact, the idea of it being Jon’s only pleased her when she finally right-clicked.

Jon was gone. Just like that. His mind was gone, at least, his body on the other hand, the form that his body had taken, would go on to sit in Ms. Dhillon’s desk drawer for a few weeks until she needed somewhere to keep her own backlog of files. Work related stuff; her worksheets, planners, PowerPoint presentations, what have you. Stuff that actually mattered and was worth storing in a USB, unlike the clutter that she’d removed from there. In fact, since this USB stick in particular had such a hefty amount of storage space, Jon’s husk would go on to become Ms. Dhillon’s main receptacle for anything and everything to do with teaching. Years down the line, Ms. Dhillon would still be using the USB that she happened to just find on the floor below her desk one day. By then, though, she had long forgotten all about where it came from, and all about Jon.