everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}

sometimes the scars were there, sometimes they weren't. it all depended on the concealer. {{book 3}}

she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}

she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}

in which two teens meet in the backseat of a city bus. © 2016 skinsluke.