(A/N) I don't own anything.
So this is what happens when I have too much time left over after finishing an exam. I simply took a word out of a dictionary. This will be a series containing all of the drabbles I write during this exam period.
Word: Lipgloss
God how much I hate this stuff, to be fair it isn't just the lipgloss I hate, it's everything. From the painful shoes to the ugly dress and the awful, awful hair that kept sticking to that fucking lipgloss!
If it had been up to me I would've never even gone to this stupid prom. However, that was a luxury I didn't have as my mother had drilled it onto me a thousand times. I was supposed to be the pretty, slightly vapid girl because men "don't like brainy women". God was I sick of that line of so called 'wisdom'.
I long for the day where I can tell her to just stop already, that I could care less about what a guy thought about me and if I had to tell Mike off one more time for touching her tits I will probably scream.
Just a few more weeks and then I would be out of here, no more pretending. Until then I'm just going to take this lipgloss off.