Lil's POV
I love my girl Jazz like crazy, but I feel like she is using me to play Barbie. The way she is doing my hair, clothes, make-up and accessorizing me, I feel like she is using me like a life-size Barbie doll.
“Come on.” She whined. “The sooner you sit still, the sooner I will be finished.”
“I told you that I want to do my own make-up. I said the same about hair, but let you do it anyway. So now let me do my own make-up, so I can finish getting ready.”
“Please, I really want to help.” Jazz begged.
“Hello. Where are you, Lil?” I heard Amber ask.
“Bathroom. Get Jazz out of my bathroom please.”
Amber laughed but did come and grab Jazz, dragging her out of the bathroom.
“Thank you,” I told Amber as she fully dragged Jazz out of the bathroom.
I did my make-up not really wan
