Gia was straightening Destany’s hair, and I said, “Can you do mine too?” It was one of the most ignorant things I’ve ever done. They both paused and looked at my hair. Gia said, “Um, well, this is a brand-new straightener.” And I didn’t understand what she meant, so she clarified, “I don’t want to get it dirty.” My throat clogged. I felt embarrassed and sick to my stomach. Destany walked over, and she ran her fingers through my hair. “It is pretty greasy, Quinn. Maybe if you washed it first.”
Aw hnnnn
