Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

Pranked

A few minutes later the simulation ended. I stood there, panting, back in my human form. I closed my eyes and lifted my head up, as if I was looking at the ceiling. Sweatdrops covered my face, my shirt was ripped in the back and wet. The virtual blood had vanished and I felt my knees give in.
"Damn, girl...", I heard from the entrance. My head whipped around. "Hey, Ant." He nodded at me. "One more reason to never get on your bad side. I don't get why the others bully you, they're only digging their own graves." I snorted, still out of breath. "Well, I think racism is a good explanation, don't you think?" I could hear him shrug. "Thanks for the reports, they were pretty useless tho.", I stood back up and turned around.
Ant, full name Anthony was about 1,94m thus not tiny at all. He was always busy fiddling with something in his hands, this time he had brought a crumpled paper. I heard it rustling between his long fingers. His hair was pretty black and his skin was a little olive. He had roots in India if I was informed correctly. His dark brown eyes fixed on me. I could feel his distrust towards me but I decided to ignore it. Like always.
"You ripped your shirt.", he came closer and tugged at the shreds on my back. I shrugged. "Had to happen at some point." Carefully, I took the shirt off. I stood there in my usual sports bra and leggings. I threw the shirt over one shoulder and went upstairs.
The corridors were full. Of course. Everyone stared at me. I was really fit, six-pack and all. But I wasn't flat, I had a chest and hips that made many heads turn. I kept my face carefully empty as I passed through the corridor, up the stairs until I reached my locker. I opened it and something flew at me. Panicking, I turned away and shielded my head. Nothing happened. I heard something slowly land on the floor. I opened one eye and spied under my arm. On the floor was a little piece of paper. I kneeled down and picked it up carefully. There were only four words on it: Sorry for the tray
It smelled like the newbie, Dom. My eyes went big. He had apologized to me? Wow... Maybe there were some nice people here... Did I have to kick all of their asses to find out who they were? I didn't really know how to feel about it, so I grabbed my shower stuff and went into the bathroom.
There were cabinet showers so everyone could have their privacy. I was very happy about it. Carefully I turned one on. I held my hand under it to make sure it was the right temperature. Once it was perfect, I stepped in, letting the hot water wash away the sticky sweat. I opened my shampoo and rubbed a good amount into my hair. Then I just stood there, keeping my head out of the water so the shampoo could take more time to clean my hair. After ten minutes of just standing there, feeling empty and letting the water platter onto my skin, I lowered my head. The foam washed out and I stepped out of the shower, towel around my body. I used a small towel to dry my hair. I gazed up, as I passed a mirror and stopped dead. I took a step back, reaching for my hair. No! How? Why?
My hair was baby blue.