1| The good life

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I stare into the large mirror that sits on my makeup table. I scan my face for any pimples, and luckily I find none. After that i start to pluck my eyebrows. Hair by hair by hair. When I'm finally done I apply some gel to them to keep them in place. Next up my eyelashes. I add a thick layer of black mascara from my almost empty bottle. I could be like all those wattpad girl and say I was going natural but I'm not. When my eyelashes are a dark black and not my natural blonde I apply a layer of brown eyeshadow and some pink blush. Then for the final step, my perfect red lipstick. I only use the best brand for my lips, they are my precious. I "quickly" curl my hair and enter my walk in closet.

When I'm in my closet i put on a white lace dress and pair them with red heels to match my lips. I do a final body scan on myself and head downstairs.

I enter the giant dining room. The walls are white, and so is the wooden floor. The table is white as well but the chairs are gold and have, can you guess it?, white pillows on them. I take a seat on the chair closest to the window and look at the menu card. When I look up again my perfect parents are sitting on the other side of the table.

Hello mother and father, did you have a pleasant night sleep? I ask them in my nicest voice.

Usually I have this loud and mean voice but I know better than to talk to my parents like that. They might send me to school if I do.

"Kayla honey we have to tell you something" my father says. He is holding my moms hand. Last time he acted like that was when he told me my little brother had died, so this can't be good.

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