Crying Love
Chapter 1
I waited outside the bathroom with my makeup bag in one hand and my hair accessories in another. I heard the door unlock and then rapidly open, my brother Blade exited without a word. I walked in, wincing at the strong odour of LYNX deodryant that Blade had left. I started to apply a thick layer of black eyeshadow when my dad walked in.
"Sweety, I'm taking a shower. Can you put your makeup on later?" He asked with a sympathetic, apologetic look on his face.
"No, Dad. I need to look my best to impress the new boy at school! Take it later?" I put my look-I'm-doing-something-really-important-so-go-away-for-now face on.
He reluctantly agreed, so I thanked him and smiled. I put my jet black hair into a bun and went to put my homework in my school bag. I had finally finished my report on th discovery of America. Yes, behind my thick layers of goth makeup, clothes and speech, I was somebody different. I was a know-it-all, I was bullied when I was 7, but when I moved to secondary school I disguised myself. I wore a mask, I buried my identity.
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