Lana pulls and twists my hair, pinning it to my head how she likes. It's painful, but last time I said something she got this crazed look in her eye that frankly scared me.
So instead of complaining, I send looks to Nora who is sitting on the floor in front of me. She offered to paint my toes for me, since I can't wear shoes.
After deciding on a color, she leans forward to start. Something on her neck catches my eye and I smirk before faking a gasp.
"Nora! What happened to your neck?!" I shriek, pointing to it in mock horror.
Nora's cheeks instantly flame red as she covers her neck with her hand. Lana and I begin laughing, me clapping my hands in excitement.
"Did you burn yourself with the curling iron?" Lana asks innocently before we start laughing again.
"Stop making fun of the poo
