Brea
"Horrible!" I yelled as I banged my arm against my room door.
My makeup had run out. It has been a month since my life was crumbling to pieces. If I had selled my makeup, I would have enough money to eat well.
But I decided to look pretty for Luke.
I looked down at the last lipstick tube I had. The only makeup survivor in my box. The rest was gone.
I shouldnt have, but I did.
I put the lipstick on.
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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...
