I unplug the straightener, looking at the mirror. My hair is basically covering my face, parted down the middle. My eyes water.
Today, I'm going to my best friend's funeral.
I slide my feet into simple black flats and glance at my reflection for the last time.
Waterproof mascara coats my eyelashes.
Concealer covers the dark circles under my eyes.
A floor length black dress covers my bony shoulders and knees.
I choke back a sob.
My beat friend is getting buried today, and her mother blames me for her death.
YOU ARE READING
A Weightless Death
Teen FictionMel and Jane are going to the beach, but have to make a deal. Even after it is completed, they find that threading want to stop, or rather, they can't stop. The end result will kill.
