she was popular. he was new. he was her way out.
✧ second place in the Chaos Awards! ✧
Kendra Ross is popular. Everyone knows that, and she makes sure of it. She's your stereotypical popular girl; lip gloss, crushes, drama, heels, crop tops, and fa...
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I scrunch my hair desperately, attempting some kind of curl that still appears to be nonexistent. Then, staring at myself in the mirror, start to put on makeup.
Yes, makeup. I'm not a fan of makeup, but today I just feel like wearing it. So sue me.
Primer, foundation, concealer, blush, highlighter, bronzer, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and lip stick. What's wrong with me today? I trace my lips in red carefully, and fill in my eyebrows.
Suddenly, my chest feels warm and giddiness envelopes me. Seriously. Am I mental?
I grin at my reflection and pull the hem of my dress down. My dress. Why am I so dressed up today?
Well, for me it's dressed up. I'm wearing a navy blue dress that kind of looks like an over sized t-shirt, but it's tighter and almost clings to me. I'm wearing Adidas Superstars. Somehow I make it work. I check the time on my phone. 7:05. The bus will be here any minute.
I grab my bag and binder, heading for the door. Then I hear the screech of the bus. I have to run.
"BYE MOM! LOVE YOU!" I scream, opening the door and slipping out before she can respond, sprinting as fast as I can to the bus.
I'm panting as I run up the steep steps. I wave to the driver before taking my seat.
Like usual, I sit in the back and read, even though I usually get car sick. Or is it bus sick? I usually regret reading on the bus, but I always do it anyway.
One time, when I got up to the part where my favorite character died, I started to hysterically cry. People turned around and started laughing. It was humiliating, but that's not important. I wrote an email to that author and complained. She never answered. I don't really blame her, that was an angry email.
Another time, I was just consumed by an almighty desire to...sniff the pages. And I did. I don't know why I did it on the bus, I usually do it when I'm alone. But there was a rumor for a few weeks that I get high off of books.
Anyway, today when I sat down, a few people were staring.
At me.
I feel myself flushing, but I start reading and eventually they look away. Is this what happens when you wear makeup? People are suddenly attracted to you? That's stupid. But nevertheless, I'm hating and enjoying it.
The bus screeches and I fall forward, slamming my face into the seat in front of me. Because of my face, a blotch of foundation now adorns the seat. Fantastic.
I look out the window, and my beautifully agonizing brownstone school slides into view.
Yippee.
When the doors open and the driver says we can get off, I get up hastily and shove past everyone. I'm not exactly sure why I'm in a hurry, but all I know is that I want to get into school.
