The car ride home was nothing like I thought it would be. Only moments ago, my eyelashes were still coated in mascara. My face was dry, and little salty tears falling wasn't in my agenda. I was happy. My cheesy smile was beaming and full of joy. But now? My mascara was running, my face was damp, I was depressed, my smile was turned upside down, and my heart was broken.
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Turned Around and Upside Down
Teen FictionLife can't always be fairy tails and butterflies. (Depressing)
