Stacie and I call the women's bathroom in the 400's the "Golden Bathroom." We named it that because it seems to be one the cleanest bathrooms in the school. Well, at least the closest to the library (which is where I always can be found because my mom works there).
Anyways, the story begins with Stacie in 2nd period. She was complaining about how she felt like her hair was so greasy looking/feeling because she didn't wake up early enough to take a shower that morning.
I told her I thought it looked fine, but I guess she didn't believe me. XD
During 3rd, she said, "You know what? I think I'll just go wash my hair during lunch."
I laughed and replied, "Okay," being unsure of what to say.
Finally, the clock hit 12:05 and we were sent to lunch.
That's when our adventure officially began.
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I eat in the library everyday, since my mom and I pack a lunchbox. Recently, Stacie has joined me in the library with her PB&J sandwiches and bottles of juice. And , of course, I'm happy to have a new lunch buddie! :D
So when we were told to go to lunch, we headed for the library.
In my head, I was still wondering if she really meant she wanted to go wash her hair.
Apparently so.
While stuffing paper towels into her pants, she asked, "Michelle, do you wanna go with me?"
Of course I said yes! Who WOULDN'T want to go on an adventure with their "bestest buddy?"*
We made our way to the Golden Bathroom, nervous about our journey.
We thought that we might look suspicious as some people walked by, looking at us funny.
Though now that I think about it, they might've been looking at me weird because of my "DCHS Nerd" outfit.
But anyways, we finally made it to our destintation.
Cautiously, we entered the bathroom and immediately scanned the stalls, making sure no one was around. At that moment, Stacie had a moment of doubt and wanted to turn back.
Not wanting us to surrender to the greasy-hair without a fight, I said, "It'll be fine! I did the same thing last year!" (Honestly! I did!)
A wave of relief washed through Stacie and we continued to the sink to destroy the greasy menace.
We paused as we passed the object of which to dry your hands with.
"I thought it had dryers!" Stacie whined as she noticed the paper towels.
"That's why I brought the towel," I said, holding it up.
"Well, I guess I brought these for no reason," she laughed while pulling the paper towels from her pants and setting them to the side.
Unsure of what to do next, we fumbled around for a minute before deciding on the farthest sink from the door to serve as our main weapon for the battle.
Stacie pressed on the bar under the sink and glanced at me.
I smiled, and had a small giggle at the idea of this all.
She grinned back and dipped her head over the sink.
"Oh! It's warm!" she exclaimed as the water hit her scalp.
"Haha, yeah," I said as I touched the stream of water.
We sat there for a moment in silence as she dampened her hair.
Suddenly, I asked, "Hey Stacie, are you just gonna get it wet, or are you going to wash it with soap?"
She paused, then answered, "I dunno. I'll probably just get it wet."
So we continued to just stand there while talking over the hum of the low-powered water jets.
Eventually, Stacie told me to put the towel over her shoulders.
After I did, she stood upright, holding her hair up off of her face, and squeezed the excess water out.
"Whew! I feel so weird doing this," Stacie laughed.
"Don't worry about it, Stacie," I assured her again, "I've done it before. It's not that strange."
She grinned. "Do you wanna help me wash my hair?"
"Heh, sure!"
She leaned over the sink again as I got soap on my hands.
"Uh, Stacie? You probably should lean backwards over the sink so you don't get any soap in your eyes."
So she turned and began to lean backwards. About halfway through, she began to wobble and came back up. "Pfft. There's no way I'm doing that!" she laughed.
She stepped down onto her knees and leaned her head back on the sink.
I laughed and began to rub the soap into her hair.
"I feel like I'm at one of those things, getting my hair done."
I just about fell over laughing at this comment. I don't know why it was so extremely funny, but I wasn't able to keep focused and kept pausing from washing her hair to calm myself from laughing.
About three or four times, Stacie had to help me "get back on task." She kept on saying, "Scrub up there in the front," and a few times, she would scrub it herself to make her point.
Still laughing some, I replied, "I don't want to scrub too hard to where I hurt your head."
At this point, I would've believed you if you walked in there and told me there was a chemical in the soap that made you high or laugh constantly, like laughing gas...or something.
After a minute or so, she turned around and rinsed her hair. Then I turned around, too, and rinsed my hands from the "Shampoo de Soap."
When all the soap was gone, she grabbed the towel and began to dry her hair.
She started to towel-dry it and then began to head-bang, covering me with water droplets.
"Stacie!" I shrieked.
"Hehehe!" she laughed and once more covered me with water.
The next time she did it, I was prepared! I opened a stall door to block the unwanted water.
"HAHA!" I boasted.
We laughed as she continued to dry her hair.
Eventually, we found the towel was soaked and couldn't hold any more water.
With a glance in the mirror, Stacie decided it was close enough.
The battle was won!
We walked back to the library, greatly pleased with the victory over the gruesome, greasy monster that is bad hair.
* quote from A Goofy Movie :) 
