One Glass of Milk Ended Ten Years

Ever since I gained weight during puberty, my childhood friend Chase stopped talking to me on his own initiative.

But on the day of the NYU guaranteed admission interview, he handed me a glass of milk.

I was so touched that I drank it all.

When I woke up, I found my long hair scattered all over the floor.

The head cheerleader, Vivian White, was holding scissors and smiling sweetly:

"Chase, this sleeping pill of yours works really well. I've almost shaved this pig bald."

Meeting my disbelieving eyes, Chase only said indifferently: