"Uck, what is that smell?" Audrey snapped at Piper. She'd been bitchy since they'd gotten out of school.
Piper sniffed the air, "Something's burning."
"Obviously," said Amberly.
"What is that… I've smelt it before…" wondered Audrey.
"Omigod!" Piper squealed.
"What?"
"James!" Piper ran into her bathroom where James, Michael, and Jack were experimenting with Piper's hair straightener. A thin cloud of smoke wafted up to the ceiling from Michael's hair, James with the flat iron in his hand. Michael's perfect brown hair was scorched. "You are such an idiot!"
"You're the one who trusted him with a flat iron."
"Touché."