Alpha Landon
Midika
Biting a glossy lip, Missy holds the magazine to my face, pointing to a picture with some girl.
"I am going to do your hair like this," she decided. I clutch my thin black hair, wondering if it will even make it into that fancy updo.
"Uh, I'm not sure that's going to work..."
"Oh come on Althea, let me try," she pleaded.
I groaned, as she ripped a comb through my hair, abliterating ever knot with each tug.
By the time she was done, my scalp was raw, my eyes watering ever so slightly. I watched her try do a couple of small braids, before trying a new approach.
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