Herencia was sitting on the windowsill of the classroom with a few other girls when we first met. She had tight lined her lower lash line, which intimidated me, as I hadn't started to wear make up yet.
When I saw her the next day, her eyes were still lined. I wondered if she had reapplied it or if it just hadn't worn off since yesterday.
I spent the next 15 years of friendship wondering the same thing. She never seem to not have it on. Through the sleepovers, makeovers, and hangovers, it never seem to budge. Rena and I cried a lot of tears throughout our friendship, but her lines never ran.
