Emily was helping me squeeze the water out of my hair. “You’re sure it’s all out?” I asked, I didn’t get to look in the mirror.
“Yes, yes.” Emily said, distractedly.”Quick! Under the dryer!”
She pulled me under the bathroom’s hand dryer and pulled a hairbrush out of my bag. She began dragging it through my wet hair, which kinda hurt.
“Ow!” I yelled. “Take it easy!”
“Sorry, Wes!” Emily cried,”But I have to get this dry enough for it not to drip all over you!”
She kept brushing my hair and restarting the dryer until I thought I was going to pass out from staying bent over so long.
“I’m done!” Emily proclaimed.
I straightened up and flipped my hair out of my face.
“Dang, girl.” Emily said, studying me.
“What?”
“Your hair is really curly.”She said. “I never realized that.”
“Oh, that’s because I straighten it every morning.” I said, relieved.
“You look way better as a red head.” Emily grinned.
I laughed. “Thanks.” We did pretty well, we had three minutes left and my shirt wasn’t wet very badly.