![]() ![]() "Brit, come down," I faintly hear my mom yelling from the foyer. If I had any choice in the matter, I'd stay in my comfy bed and eat warm chocolate chip cookies all day. Now, my eyeliner decides it has a mind of its own. ![]() Then the button on my favorite shirt popped off. First, my curling iron sent up smoke signals and died. Starting senior year of high school and seeing my boyfriend after a summer apart shouldn't be so nerve-racking, but I've gotten off to a disastrous start. Standing in front of my bathroom mirror while music blares from my speakers, I wipe away the third crooked line I've drawn beneath my eye. ![]() The truth, if it were to come out, would destroy my entire picture-perfect image. And although it's a complete lie, I've worked my butt off to keep up the appearance that I have it all. ![]()
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