Lacey Smith
She’s losing her mind again. A joy to be around. Always checking her hair like it’s a life-or-death situation. Weird, but not in a bad way.
She texted me mid-class: 'I need a mirror. My hair is in chaos.'
She stopped talking to her friend to fix her bangs in the middle of a conversation.
She said, 'If my hair doesn’t look good, I can’t even breathe.'