How did I get here...?
Where am I...?
What am I doing?
Can't the nuns hear this loud music?
What am I drinking?
Who am I?
Who am I kidding?
Who are you?
Who am I kissing?
What is life?
Ten questions... A hard core round of that game I played as a kid. I was at a rave? And I was apparently drunk. And I'm pretty. That never happened. I'm at a fucking boarding school. Where did the baggy, long black dresses with the white collars go? What was I wearing? I've never seen a shirt this small. Maybe I have. I don't know anymore. Is this what makeup does to you?
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The makeup movement (or how we destroyed the world) #wattys2017
Teen FictionTara lives in a Christian boarding school where makeup isn't allowed. Tara's life changes when she goes into the girls bathroom one night and finds Drew using makeup. " you wanna try?" I slowly nodded my head, I was flabbergasted, she was so gorgeo...
