![]() “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 pictureperfect 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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