Miles hoped and prayed on his way to school that somehow, someway, no one would notice his hair. That somehow, someway, all of this would turn out normal somehow, or at least another dream.
But, alas, it was not to be. As soon as Miles entered the school grounds, he heard some snickers. He knew trouble was brewing.
"Woah, nice hair, Miles." A girl, Stacy, said.
"Yeah! It's even prettier than Janice's" laughed Diana.
"Shut up, Diana!" Janice pouted.
"And that necklace is pretty cute too, Miles. I didn't know you wanted to be the cutest boy in school!" Stacy said.
Miles shook his head, which only reminded his of his new hair as it swished across his face.
"Miles, is that you?" A familiar voice asked. Miles turned to see his good friend, Victor.
"Yeah. It's me." Miles said.
"Dude, what the hell happened?" Victor said, trying his best to hide a smile.
"I don't know! I had a really weird dream last night, and suddenly I wake up with this!" Miles said, as he subconsciously brushed his hair behind his ear.
"Well, dude, I gotta say that I'll take you to the prom if you want." Victor said. "Especially if you wear that necklace."
"Stop it, Victor! I already got lip from Stacy and her crew. I don't need it from you." Miles said, as he clutched the necklace. He knew he could take that off at any time, but some deep part of him actually liked wearing it.
"Sorry, sorry. I can't help it. Man, I can't imagine what Patrick's gonna say about this... or even Mrs. Carlson."
"I know, I know! I'm imagining that pain even more than you know. You still working on that project in Science?" Miles asked.
"The Posters Of Positive Electricity? Yeah, why?" Victor said, confused.
"Do you have those scissors on you?" Miles asked.
"Yeah, but... oh.... You really gonna try and cut it?" Victor asked, as he searched through his backpack.
"I'd rather be made fun of for a bad haircut than this." Miles said as he grabbed the scissors from Victor's hand and safely walked to the bathroom.
Miles sighed a breath of relief, as he was the only one inside the bathroom. That meant he could avoid more teasing for now.
Miles didn't hesitate to start cutting. He took a nice cut out of the bottom of his hair, and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Well, that's a start." Miles said, as he looked down to readjust his position. When he looked back up, he was stunned to find his hair back to the full cut!
"What the hell?" Miles said. He took the scissors again and cut in a number of different places, but each time, he now watched as his hair grew back into perfectly cute position.
"What's happening to me?" Miles asked.
And suddenly, the first bell rang. Miles sighed. He couldn't be late for class again. But he couldn't go to class like this.