“I can’t talk about hair for one second more!” My heart sank. Being as smart as I am, I instantly knew Carla was now out of the picture and we were back to square one. “What’s wrong?” “I’m so sorry, Lara. I know you’re trying really hard, but I can’t stand hanging out with Carla. Honestly, I’d rather be alone.” “Don’t say that!” I cried. It was worse than swearing. “Since the bell rang this morning she hasn’t stopped talking to me about the salon she plans to open when she’s finished with school, and her favorite hairstyles, and which celebrity has the best color. I’m going crazy!” I tried not to look too disappointed. “I promise I will follow all your other advice, but don’t make me stay with Carla. She came to school this morning with colored mousse. She tried to convince me that it will look great if I have rainbow curls! I just lost it and told her I hate mousse, hairspray, and perms. She was really upset.” “Okay, we’ll try someone else …”
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