Why me?

Ciara:...

Jake:... I can't believe it. He was actually seriously about this.

Kwan: But isn't this all weird?

Momo: Can I borrow that shampoo? My hair's been rough lately.

Ryan: You should try dying your hair too. How about blonde?

Hanley: Ew, do you have a 'blondie fetish' or something?

Ciara: Can you guys just... not for a second?! I'm really confused out right now!

I had no idea that that rude instructor was actually serious when he said that I should grow my hair! And why?! Why is MY hair important?! I glance at the bag of hair supplements and products in my hand again and sigh while the rest of the team peers into it, confused.

Kwan: So, what are you going to do with all this?

Ciara: I don't know.

Wait a second, he insulted me in the morning, I can prove to him that I'm actually serious about any task I take on if I take his words literally;... and work on my hair. Ugh, would you listen to me right now?! I sound insane!! But...

Ciara: I'm... gonna use these.

Jake: For real?

He looks at me doubtfully.

Ciara: That guy doesn't take me seriously, so I have to prove it to him that I can complete any task that comes my way!

Hanley: And you're going to do that by using the shampoo the receptionist gave you?

Ciara:....

Ryan: This is the dumbest thing ever.

Ryan says in a bored voice.

Kwan: My thoughts exactly.

Momo:...

I heave a sigh. What the hell is going on.... Marques, who had been silent this whole time, peers at my dejected face and speaks up.

Marques: Look, maybe he has a purpose for doing that; we can't just neglect that possibility. Maybe it's for a task that'll take place later.

Momo:... My feet are killing me. Can we get to our rooms? You had the keys right, Ryan?

Momo ignores Marques and looks at Ryan.

Ryan: Huh? Oh, yeah, here.

He holds out four pairs of keys. Marques, Momo.... They helped me out of the situation... A warm feeling spreads across my chest. It's been a long time since someone stood up for me like that. I mean the last time someone did that, they.... my parents, they... The warm feeling fades away and my heart feels heavy.

Momo: Alright then, we'll get going.

Ciara:...

Momo: Hey, Miss Daydreamer, wakey- wakey.

Ciara: Huh?

Momo waves her hand in front of my face and I snap out of my thoughts.

Momo: Weren't you listening?

Ciara: Um, to what?

Momo:... We're roommates. Here's your key.

Ciara: Okay.

I take the key from her and squeeze it in my palm.

Ryan: Ah, that makes Marques the loner.

Marques: Tch, who're you calling a 'loner'?!