"For the hundredth time, Sierra, I don't want any mascara!" I yelled from the bathroom, where I was currently brushing my hair. "And If you ask me it one more time, I'm going to take it, and shove it up your ass!"
I clenched the brush's handle tighter when I heard her giggle under the door. Her favourite thing to do during the last half an hour was laughing at me and my pitiful attempts to make myself look presentable. I had no intention in dressing myself up like a diva, but I wanted to look decent. The stupid party was the celebration of the first day of my freedom, after all.
I gave up when the brush tangled at the fiftieth knot in a row and threw the damn thing into the sink. Glancing into the mirror once more, I gave myself a thumbs-up. I had zero makeup on since I owned no face-lin
