Listening to the bored chatter of your classmates as you waited for the teacher to arrive, you were almost starting to fall asleep from exhaustion.

Then you jumped as you felt something tugging lightly at your hair.

"Stop messing with my hair" you say to the boy sitting behind you, sliding your hair between his fingers.

"Sorry, your haircut is interesting. What's it called?" Josiah asks, curiosity evident on his face, smiling slightly.