“Come on, Joy! Hurry up. Your hauh looks fine,” Janice called from the other side of the bathroom door.
I looked in the mirror. Not really. Little hairs that’d escaped my brush stuck up all over. I turned on the faucet and wet it down. Thought it was working, but pretty quickly it turned into a frizzy mess. Brushed it again and leaned closer.
“s**t!”
“What?” Janice called.
“A zit. A freaking new zit.”
“Let me in.”
I opened the door and pointed to the center of my forehead, where an angry red pimple had started to grow.
“I’m going to be a cyclops for the party. Man. I shouldn’t even go.”
“Shut up,” Janice said, rummaging in her purse. She pulled out a Cover Stick and twisted it open. “Sit down and I’ll fix it.”
Not believing it possible to hide the protrusion that seemed to be gro
