Bad Hair Day
Brianna’s hair was a mess. It looked like someone had ruffled it up on purpose. Martha thought she knew who it was. “Look!” the teenager turned her head; there was bubble gum stuck to the side of her head.
“Was it your foster mother?” Martha held the girl’s face in her hands. “I don’t know,” she said, “I was sleeping; maybe she did it then.” Martha was furious. She asked Brianna to come back the next day for a touch-up, and the girl agreed.
But she also knew that she was in a bigger problem now.