Shortly after the doctor had removed the bandages, my best friend came to visit. He looked exhasted. I sensed he hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last few days. He rushed to my side when he saw me up.

“Peach! Your awake! Oh my gosh. Are you okay?” Will asked.

“Yeah, I..I’m okay. ‘Sept for the the scar on my hand and the throb in my head.” I said somewhat coherrently.
“Awe, poor baby.” Will said attempting to hug me.

I had to love him. He was so sweet and caring. He’s always there for me. We talked for a bit. He filled me in about all that had happened at school.

After a little while, I got a weird feeling. My head throbbed stronger and my hand burned feircer. I got extermly cold then boiling hot. All this passed in a matter of minutes. Will’s face had gone ashen.
When it had passed, I looked at him and said, “What?”

He just stared. Finally he managed, “Y..your hair.. it’s like.. fire..”

“What are you talking about?” My strength came seeping back to me and I looked at my hair. He was right.