The clock ticks on, slowly, seconds ticking by like tiny drips of water filling up a bathtub. Slowly, unbearably...
You feel something odd as you snap back to reality. You look back up at the clock. Two minutes have passed. You brush a stray hair with your hand. The clock ticks another second.
"May I go to the bathroom?" You ask politely as possible as the math teacher nods without looking up from his "lecture".
You stumble in the bathroom, feeling off. The bathroom is empty, as it's first period. You look into the mirror, and almost walked away before you realize something. A few tiny hairs were framing your face. You pull on them, and you feel a tug on your head.
You go into the stall, slightly worried about the mysterious long hairs, and decide to check in the stall mirror, since they were cleaner and less scratched up. You close the door with a click, and turn around...