*Martina's pov*
The next morning I went to school with Miriam. Right when we walked through the gates, Becca and Phoebe approached us. "Good morning girls, ready for your makeover?"
We played along and replied "Yes."
We foloowed them to the nearest girl's bathroom. When we got inside they started their "Transformation. " Becca put make up on my face. I struggled not to yell at her. I hated this. Atl least I wasn't the only one suffering through this unusual torture. Across from me, Pheobe was doing Miriam's makeup. I looked at her and mouthed "Can't wait till this over.
She mouthed "me too." I knew she liked the idea of get
