“I don’t think this color fits me. Give me the orange one. Do you have a mirror with you too? I think my powder’s too cakey.” One student groans as they pass by us. For the slightest minutes there, I find myself following their movements. I don’t know why. Maybe because their behavior reminds me of someone too. I just can’t seem to point it out. Its in the tip of my tongue but I still can’t get it. Either way, these two faces I know ive seen seen around school. They’re probably from the third floor- which explains why I’ve seen them. I would see them here and there or wneherv we head out of the building after school. We’re on the fourth floor. Her friend rolls her eyes and hands her a different shade of color. and she applies it on her lips, puckering them right after. Lara blanches at th
