Hi, my name is Alicia, but everyone calls me Curly Q, since my hair is extremely curly. Everybody usually makes fun of me for having such hair, but I don't mind. My best friends are Eva and Michael. Yes, one of my best friends is a boy, big whoop. Eva has straight black hair, so I call her Soul. Michael has an afro, so I call him Big Head. We have so much fun making names for eachother. After a while, our names get around and everyone is calling us Curly Q, Soul, and Big Head (BH). It's absolutely amazing.
First day of school is bad enough, but having to have the first day of school be in a middle school is even worse. When I walked in the door I automatically start looking for BH and Soul. I find Soul drinking from a water fountain and BH talking to people who look like jocks. (I'm so stereotypical) I find that strange because BH hated all the jocks last year. Since I am confused, I jog over to him first. Before I can ask any questions, the jock speaks first. "Michael, your girlfriend's hair is sick!" The jock smirks and turns to me. "Tell me, do you put tiny toilet paper rolls in your hair? Cuz it smells nasty over here!" He laughed and walked away. I roll my eyes and start towards BH. I give him the death stare. I was surprised daggers didn't go flying.
