" Tameka stared intently at the poorly lit bathroom mirror as she continued to pick confetti out of her long, giant mass of curly hair. “Thank you fellow seniors for ruining what was a good hair day,” Meka said to no one in particular as she continued to finger comb the paper-enthusiasm out of her brunette locks. "

― M.A. Wilder , Armored (The Té-trad Tale, #1)