“I look horrible!”
“Don’t be silly. Just come out and let me see.” Cass wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about. A zit, or a bad haircut, or overplucked eyebrows — how bad could it be?
From the other side of the bedroom door, Cass could hear Amy rustling around, followed by a very lady-like blowing of the nose. What could Amy possibly be worried about, if she could make even nose-blowing sound so pretty?
“Amy just… just let me in, and I promise I won’t laugh, and we’ll figure out how to fix it.”
She knocked on the door, gently, leaning in to try to hear any other sounds.
Silence, more rustling, and then the door opened, just enough to clear the frame. Cass waited, and when nothing else happened, she eased herself into Amy’s room, shutting the door behind her.
“I’m here,” she said, softly, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible, as she turned around to look at her friend. They’d known each other since grade nine — two years was like they’d been friends forever.
“Oh, you’ve dyed your hair. That’s an interesting colour. Is it supposed to be…”
Her voice tangled in her throat and then slipped away completely when Amy turned on her dressing stool to face her.
“Green?” Amy sounded upset, and looked upset, even though her skin was now so dark it was hard to read her features on first glance. She had every right to sound upset.
Not only was Amy’s normally dark brown hair an even darker green colour, her skin was tinted to match, just as green and just as dark — a far cry from yesterday’s fair complexion with the cutest sprinkling of freckles across her nose.
Cass stared for a while, and Amy stared back. Neither knew what else to do.
“I’m sorry,” Cass eventually mumbled.
“Sorry? What…?” Amy’s question ended in a cute sniffle.
“I’m sorry. I said I’d help you fix it. But I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t.”