The jock and the nerd. Or not

Day 19 (Sunday)

"Hey, how are you?" asks Ana.
"Extremely exhausted and mad, but apart from that, I'm feeling great!" I reply, annoyed and sarcastic.

I didn't mean to be mean to her, but I am in a seriously bad mood. It's a Sunday, and I had to wake up at 6:30 am to go to school!!! Well, I didn't actually go to school, but I went inside the school building to meet classmates. The thing is, I was doing Community Service, and the activity was happening today. We were walking for Juvenile Diabetes. We were going to have to walk many miles.

So I was in a bad mood. And my mood didn't get any better when I saw Oliver. Something was wrong with him, I just couldn't see what. His eyes looked fine, his scar was still here, his hair... Oh my god. His hair. It was a disaster. It was a shapeless, ugly disaster.

I stared, astonished. Had he cut it?

Then, he started combing it with his hand and it became beautiful again. That's when I understood; Oliver's hair wasn't naturally curly and straight at the same time, he had to comb it to make that effect.

Oh, thank god! I thought. I hope he never cuts his hair.