Rowena
I have to remind myself, again, to not rub my eyes. I don't understand how girls can stand this stuff. It feels so weird on my skin. Jessica claims she only used a few products on my face but it feels like clay or mud is caked on the skin around my eyes and lips. She had also smeared something called "concealer" over the few scars I have on my face and neck. Now, my blue-green eyes popped and the freckles that dust across my nose and cheeks seem magnified. I like the results but hate the muddy feel. My conclusion, I now have a love-hate relationship with this stuff called "make-up". I hear May's giggle as she watches me frustrate myself again by almost forgetting to not rub my eyes again. I grunt at her, playfully glaring at her. God, I hate make-up.
Finally, I hear my name be ca
