Wait... What? A Pony?

"Again, what is going on?" Mr. Torres asked through clenched teeth.

Nobody answered. Oh shoot. We're screwed.

"In my office. Now," Crap. He stressed the last word.

"What is going on out there?" He asked. "We sell electronics. We aren't a party center!" Mr. Torres yelled at us. "I thought I told you that I just want you to do your freaking jobs! But do you? No! You're all lucky I can't fire your sorry as-!"

Mr. Torres kept screaming at us as I looked out the door window. Great. A customer was in the store.

"Thank you. Have a nice day!" I smiled as the costumer left. I sat down in my chair by the register. What the heck? I looked at my reflection in the black computer screen. My hair. Why is it pink?

I called Lola over.

"What is this?" I ask her, pointing at my abnormally colored hair.

"I don't know. My hair is turning too," she replied. I looked at her hair. Yep. It's a faded rose color.

Ugh. I lean back and start rubbing my temples. I start thinking about my mom.

"Mommy?" I ask. She smiles and comes in my bedroom.

"What's wrong ,Claire?" She asks me in a caring voice.

"I-I had a bad dream. There was a griffin and she said something to me," I said quietly.

"What was that sweetie?" She ventures. I try to think.

"She said'For five score divided by four, your-"

And sentimental flashback is gone. What was I trying to say? I don't even remembering this happen! Oh my gosh! What's happening to me?!