Brea
He walked up to me again. I hope he notices how much time I spent on looking pretty for him. He smiled at me.
His hand brushed past mine as we walked down the hallways together.
I looked down at our hands, only to see mascara marks on my hand.
I quickly hid my hand behind my back.
He cant know.
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Deleterious Makeup /A short story/ (l.h)
Roman pour Adolescents"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...
