"CASSY!" I call from my room.
"Yeah?" She says leaning up against my door frame.
"What should I wear the green silk dress with a jean-jacket or this flower dress?"
"The jean-jacket with the green dress, it'll look cute."
"Okay, thanks."
"You should put your curly mess into two buns."
I laugh, "No, you're serious?"
"Yes, I'll help you."
"Nah, I'm straightening my hair."
"Why?!"
"Because it suits the outfit more."
"Who cares about a silly outfit, love your natural hair."
"I do."
"Then wear it in buns."
"No," I complain, "That's so stupid."
"No, you're beautiful."
"Look, I asked you what outfit I should wear, not what hairstyle. I know what I'm doing!"
"Alright, alright. You're growing up on me."
"Good! I don't wanna stay here anyway, no offense," I sarcastically smile as I sling my purse on my shoulder and go downstairs after an hour or two of straightening my messy, unmanageable hair. "Bye, Cass, love you," I say as I walk out the door. I hope Ryan's there, I think to myself, as heat goes across my cheeks like the ocean waves on the seashore. Too bad Ty Sjn's parents don't like it when boys are over, but I hope Ryan's an exception. He's funny and sweet. He always makes me laugh, not like my uncle, but for a white boy, he knows what he's doing.
I wait for her parents' car to pull up. Usually, her mom picks us up, but today I guess her dad is. They speak their native language, Korean, while I listen to my music the whole way there.
I can't speak any other language except English. Pathetic.