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"God, school spirit gear never looks good on me..."
I stand in front of my mirror, wearing the schools signature cyan and orange jersey with the sleeves ripped off, and a pair of black jeans and a studded belt. I place a pair of dark tinted sunglasses on my face, and adjust my nose piercing. I've never been a fan of bright garish colors, and they especially do not help me keep up my image... but I've done my best to make it work. I swing my gray backpack over my shoulder, it's filled with snacks so that I wouldn't have to pay the outrageous concessions prices. Before I can exit my room, however, the glimmer of the sunlight against a plastic object catches my attention. An idea strikes me. It's a ballsy move, but it might just make this outfit work.
I scoop up the little black pencil that I had bought from a drugstore not long ago, and though I've never done makeup before, a little eyeliner wouldn't be too hard, right? Carefully, I sit on the floor and stare at my reflection, leaning in close and lifting a shaky hand to my eyelid, pulling it down before making the first mark...
This is going to take forever...
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After about 15 minutes and 7 black stained tissues I've got one eye done. Just before I start work on the second eye, my phone starts ringing. I drop the pencil and frantically scoop my phone up as if someone had walked in on my poor attempts at trying not to look like an emo middle schooler. I see its from Baseball.
"H-hello?"
"Nickel, when are you coming over? You said you'd be here by now?"
"Oh, fuck!-" I shoot up from my spot on the floor, "I'm so sorry, dude, I..." I was able to come up with a lie pretty quickly, "my... my dad made me eat dinner with him today, like a family, for no reason. I just got done though and I'm getting my things together!"
"Alright, well hurry up! The game starts soon! I'm glad we decided to buy tickets beforehand, at least we will be guarenteed to get in-"
"I'm going as fast as I can, Stitches, calm down." I call him by an old nickname.
"...whatever, Jefferson, I'll see you soon." He says softly before hanging up. The hair on my arms stands on end as I sit back down and glance back into the mirror.
Hastily, I try my best to get the second eye to look presentable. Fuck it, good enough.
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【Ｓｈｕｔｔｉｎｇ ｄｏｗｎ．．．】
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