I know I'm pretty , cute , popular & gorgeous! Am I really though? I've seen way more amazing and fabulous people , like models , like celebrities , like Anne. I never really went deep into this category. I look at myself in the mirror. Maybe , I need my lashes done or... I need my lips plumped! Maybe...
I pick up some makeup. I have an idea. Makeup makes you beautiful and glamourized , right? I apply some mascara on my bottom eyelashes. My boring lips soon shines within the light as i put on glossy lip gloss on. My once plain , pale cheeks turns into a delightful light pink colour. The blush itches a bit , but it doesn't matter. Beauty is what I need here , soon I'll be even more prettier! All the boys will like me even more , and...Anne she will think I'm perfect.
My eyes start to get blurry as I look at the mirror , the mix of mascara and salty water flow a stream down my cheeks , the blush smudged up. Am I not that pretty in reality? Perhaps in a different universe , I'll be just perfect. I will have better clothes. I'll have a dollface too.
I was too deep into my own useless thoughts , that I hadn't even notice Anne opening the door quietly and staring at me in disbelief. I can tell she isn't happy about this. I assume my mother let her in?
"Oh...what have you done?" She asks , while walking towards me. I respond with nothing , I guess she knows what I'm doing and what I'm thinking.
"You didn't have to do this , you're prettier without that makeup , come on , you were adorable when I first saw you!" She told me , I can't resist her , she's too generous!
"Thank you." I reply.
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