I was in trouble, not that kind of trouble, hair trouble. My hair was everywhere, and it was stuck like that, and unfortunately, the only one who had the products for it was you, my friend, yet we didn’t get along too well. You knock on the door of my dorm with a sigh, holding a bag full of supplies since I called you, and I open it, my hair? Everywhere, the braid in the back wasn’t even a braid, and the three curls over my forehead were straight bangs. ” Uh, thanks for coming.” I close the door behind you and brush my bangs from my face. ” This is embarrassing, so don’t tell the others, alright? I want you to put my curled bangs back and braid the back of my hair please…” I sit on my bed.