You looked down at your watch. Terror struck your face when you realized how quickly you had to leave for class. 'Oh, no! If I'm late to Mr. Martin's class, it's detention for sure!'
You sprinted into the classroom mere seconds before the bell rang.
"Hey! Nice of you to show up." It was Lauren, your best friend. She had a very slight build, and pale skin from never leaving the comforts of the indoors for longer then she had to. "By the way, love the new dew! That green totally matches your eyes."
You stared at her, trying to decipher what she had said. "I didn't die my hair! It's black."
"Oh really?" She pulled a compact mirror out of her purse. "See?" In the mirror was the familiar sight of your own face, but now framed by a mop of forest green hair.
"Anthony! You know the rules, no unnatural hair colors! I will give you till next week to change it." The teacher said as he walked in.
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