Kaya’s POV

I run the brush through my tangled locks sighing as I threw away another hairball. Perks of having kinky hair.  Running a hand through it, I loosened all the curls, letting its fuzzy waves drop to my shoulders. My hair was usually straight but I had just washed it, and let’s just say it was about time I did. One more day and things could have gotten nasty.

I stared at my reflection through the bathroom mirror, taking a deep breath out. Nothing out of the ordinary except the obvious curls that lined the frame of my face. I did look more like my mom every day that...