“You’re not doing it right,” Shari says, taking the barrette and ribbon from my hands. “The ribbon has to be tighter, like this.”
She weaves the strands of gold and blue through the hole in the middle of the barrette, gripping them tightly between her fingers. We’ve picked High Point’s colors, so we can wear the barrettes when trying out for junior varsity pep squad. Shari’s much better than me at craft stuff, so I let her take the lead. If I was the one making them, they would be a total mess.
“See?” She holds up the completed barrette. “Now all the silver metal part is hidden.”
“God, you’re so good at that, you should totally make a bunch of ’em and sell ’em,” I say. My back feels all hot from the sun...
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