Madeline Kinlaw is an average 17-year-old teenager...right?
Madeline has suffered from depression and anxiety for the past three years.
Everyone around her is slowly drifting away.
Madeline awakes one morning, thinking it's the end of he...
How long does it take to put on a casual party outfit and makeup? It's not prom for Christ sake.
I ran up the stairs and when I got to the top, I looked myself up and down in the hallway mirror, I was proud of my body.
Enough of myself, I need to get Madeline, the party starts at 7.
"Almost done?" I asked Madeline, walking into her bedroom.
"I don't know, do I look done? I feel like something is missing" Madeline said.
"Girl, you look gorgeous, you ain't trying to impress anybody" I said snapping my fingers.
"Or am I?" Madeline said wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
"Love is disgusting" I exclaimed.
"But you love me" Madeline laughed.
"Only as a friend" I smiled.
Madeline sprayed herself head to toe in perfume and quickly looked at her figure in the mirror.
Although Madeline and I are best friends, we are quite different. Madeline doesn't like her body, which I think is absolutely foolish because her body is perfect. I've explained this to her a million times and she still has her opinion and I have mine.
I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face me, "Let's go, we don't have time for you to pity yourself by looking in the mirror at your reflection for hours."
Madeline smiled.
We grabbed each of our purses off Madeline's bed and off we were.
"Time to party!" I yelled and hooked my arm around Madeline's.
