Ilayda

The night feels like seconds as I am awoken by a soft knocking on my door. Groaning, I roll over and put my pillow over my head.

“Lala it’s me,” Serena calls out softly. “Let me in please.”

Sitting up I stretch and walk over to the door, unlocking it I turn around to flop face first back onto the bed. Her tinkling laughter fills the room as she shuts the door behind her. “What did you do to your hair Lala?”

“I was too tired to deal with it last night, this is the consequences of my actions.” I mumble into the sheets.

She’s dressed to perfection, up in down designer she looks like she should be on a runway about now. “Well we need to fix that,” she grabs my arms and drags me to the bathroom. Pushing me into the chair in front of the vanity she gets to work detangling my curls from the nest they have set themselves into. We fall into a comfortable silence as I can tell she knows I don’t really want to speak. Before I know it she’s already done, my hair is in two thick french braids t