Jen sighed the call really was getting to her, she grabbed the sock and put it on. After nothing happened she pulled on her shoes and ran out the door, she was already running late and she was on thin ice with her first period teacher. As she ran out the door she hopped in her car, made sure she was good to go and floored it out of her driveway.
She made it to the door just as the bell started ringing and filed into the class room. Once she sat down she started to sniffle before letting out a sneeze. As she recovered she noticed something felt wrong. Her hair felt weird. She reached into her purse to grab a tissue but also to pull out her mirror. After blowing her nose she opened her mirror to check her hair. And nearly dropped the mirror. Her hair which she styled down into platinum wavy locks was now a non dyed honey blonde in pig tails tied with ribbons. She was surprised recognizing this as one of her favorite hair cuts when she was six.
“Whoa Jen, what did you do to your hair... it's so Juvenile.“ her friend Becky said in surprise at seeing her friends hair.
“its not me, I think I am sick! My hair somehow did this. Jen said exasperatedly gesturing to her head. “ I have to go to the nurse.” Jen stood up
“Sit down, Ms Smith! Mr. Watson said staring venomously at her.
But Mr. Watson, I think I am sick, can I-I achooooo” Jen began before sneezing again. Quickly feeling herself and looking around she noticed her white cheer-leading tennis shoes have been replaced by an old pair of pink light up Heeley shoes with Velcro laces sized to fit her high school stature. She never had these but remember the commercial and asking her parents for them which fell on deaf ears.
“I will not have you disrupting my class, head to the principles office right now!” He demanded.
She quickly grabbed her bag and ran out of the room, like hell she was going to the principles office she need to know why this was happening.