When she got to her locker her friend Rachael from the cheerleading squad was already waiting for her.
"Where you been slowpoke, been flirting with Brandon the quarterback again? You know I already have dibs on him honey." Rachael said taking no notice of her friend's ridiculous hair and paw-hands. Apparently the curse made no one else notice her odd changes.
"Shove it Rachael," Jennifer replied, the dare forcing her to focus only on getting to class on time. She fumbled with the combination lock having a great deal of trouble trying to open it without thumbs.
"Well I do Jen! I've had my eye on him since kindergarten. Such a young romance..."
"You didn't even know he existed until eighth grade! Plus you've never even been on a date with the guy!" said Jennifer getting more and more irritated by the lock.
"Well I will any day now. How can he possibly let someone as gorgeous as me slip trough his fingers..."
"Will you shut up, you stupid harlot and help me with this lock!!!" yelled Jennifer, now entirely frustrated by the lock and the hair that kept covering her face.
"Fine you big baby," said Rachael who quickly undid the lock and walked away mumbling to herself, "Hm, Like she even knows what love is anyways..."
Jennifer quickly grabbed her razor and scissors again hoping to fit in a quick haircut before class. As she rushed to the bathroom, she didn't notice the next change already beginning.