Brea
Look down, you didnt have enough time to fix your lips today.
Oh... is that Luke Hemmings?
My eyes fluttered in his direction, only to see him staring at me.
I gasped and shot my head down as I walked away quickly.
I must look horrible.
More makeup, I though. I need more makeup.
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Deleterious Makeup /A short story/ (l.h)
Teen Fiction"My face, its what I paint everyday just for him to notice me. A simple white canvas is horrible, might as well paint over it… with makeup" A Short story on how a girl named Brea cakes her face with makeup just for a guy named Luke Hemmings to notic...
