I couldn’t
help seeing the last screenful before it went dark.
LMAOOO
somebody get her some oil
The screen was slimy.
why is nobody helping her
bro she literally threw her hair in grandma’s lunch for an HOUR
grandma is my hero ngl
“What are they saying?” Brittany asked.
“They’re worried about your hair.”
“Really?”
grandma is my hero ngl
“Mostly.”
Kelly crouched beside my seat. “Ma’am. Did you do this?”
I’d had my childish fun. Now it was time to act my age.
“I did. I’ll fix it.”
“There’s an empty
seat next to her. Please fix it quietly.”
Big trouble was probably waiting for me.
Now it was time to act my age.
Harold passed my salad over the seat back and held out the little bottle of olive oil.
“Why would I let you touch my hair again?” Brittany said.