Brea
My face, its getting ruined.
I ran my fingers across my face, examining the marks that I left behind.
My family couldn't afford much, I didn't have makeup remover.
But I still have 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...
