I felt fragile all weekend after what happened with the stupid tutorial video, but Brooke tried her best to make it up to me and by Monday morning she had managed to teach me how to do my hair in French braids.
It was such a silly, simple thing to be proud of, but that didn’t make me any less happy when I looked in the mirror before I left for school and saw that I had actually managed to make myself look almost as grown-up and sophisticated as I had done on Friday night.
Brooke had done her hair the same way again, and I almost took mine out when I saw hers, because I really didn’t want people at school to think that I was trying to copy her to look cool or something.
In the end, I kept the braids because she commented on how good a job I had done and how much it suited me, and I start
