She forgot about this feeling as the three under the driers spoke again. One of them whispered fearfully. Perhaps you see them too, after all. I know they would. The second one said to be quiet.
Nobody ever does.
Its too late you know. She winced as the chemicals were poured on her head. She wanted to see the girl behind her who seemed so frightened, but the plastic on her forehead hid her eyes. All she could see out of the corner of her eye was four foam heads on the shelf to her right. Three of them were covered with fashionable hairpieces.