I wake up at 5:33 when my mother opens my door and says, "It's 5:30 girls."
The drafty door closes, and I turn my back from the wall to flat on my bed.
I'm sick.
I try to breathe in, but my left nostril is clogged.
I try to sit up, but my head is light.
I fall back onto my bed and drift back to sleep.
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"Girl, it's 6:00!"
My eyes open and I remember that it's Monday and that I have school.
I shoot up from my bed and get dressed, wearing inky blue ripped jeans and my lifeguard sweatshirt.
I assess my choice of dress and decide it'll do.
I cross my room from the dresser I share with my sister and sit back down on my bed.
I grab my makeup bag from the floor whilst picking up my mirror.
I sift through the bag and pick some simple products.
The lightest shade of L'Oréal True Match Foundation to blur my pale skin.
White powder to take away the oily residue my sick skin has given me.
A light, cool brown to contour and add dimension back to my face.
A slight bit of bronzer to make me look a bit less dead.
Eyebrow pomade to take the pale foundation from my brown-black eyebrows.
The same cool brown on my eyelid crease to add back some dimension to my dead eyes.
Winged eyeliner to bring out my almond shape.
Dark brown eyeshadow on my lower lid to take away from the ashy effect the foundation gave my dark circles.
Black mascara to extend my eyelashes.
A bit of highlighter to add a glow.
A little chap stick to finish it off.
The makeup doesn't make me feel better today.
I feel I look as dead as I do without it.
There's a difference in my eyes today.
They're shivering.
Gray and white.
Cold as ice.
