You stand in the hallway, with a cool breeze blowing around your now uncovered legs, wondering what your going to do now. Before you can decide what to you, the hallway bells begin to ring. "Oh, no, lunchtime!" You are too far away from the school's exit to flee before the hallway will fill with hungry students.
You are much closer to you locker than anything else, so you run the few steps towards your locker. As you stumble on your boots heels, the classroom doors open up and students begin to come out. Hurridly you open up the locker door, and pretend to be looking for something. Maybe nobody will bother you. Then without thinking about it you reach up and try to straighten your hair, after someone who walks by you slaps you on the head and laughs.
"Oh, no!", you mutter. It feels like thousands of ants dancing on your head. Jet black hair, rather than your normal plain brown hair, fills the edge of your vision. Slamming your locker closed, your spin around. You are face to face with a surprised looking blonde girl, who looks vaguely familiar.
Muttering something under your breath, you push past her, and stumble down the now mostly empty hallway. Thinking maybe to hid again in the bathroom, and rush towards the guys bathroom. Unfortunately, your are intercepted by 4 girls, who drag you along with them into the ladies bathroom.
Feeling even more emberrased than ever, you rush into a stall, and slam the door shut. The glimpse of yourself that you had caught in the bathroom mirrors, had shown you your new hairstyle, a sort of poofy looking pageboy haircut, with black hair and purple hilights.
"This isn't happening, this isn't happening..." you mutter.