Melona felt more sluggish than usual getting out of bed. At this point she had completely forgotten that she had gotten up at all the previous night, but nonetheless felt sluggish and fatigued, as if she'd gone running the previous day. She was so sluggish, in fact, that for a moment she almost missed the blonde reflection in the corner of her eye. And then she froze instinctively. Was someone in her room??? She turned and saw the mirror on her wall, sighing as she walked up to it. It was just her imagination...
Except that when she looked in the mirror, the reflection looking back at her had soft, golden locks as opposed to the greasy brown she was accustomed to. She gasped in surprise, running a hand though her hair. It was still as unruly as what she knew, but less coarse. What had happened? Was someone playing a prank on her? If so it was a pretty lame one. Still, she knew she would get all sorts of strange looks if she went out to class like this. Not that she didn't get them already just by being herself. What would she do???
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