Truth About Lies
I sit in front of my mirror doing my make-up. Olive skin toned foundation, thin line of black eyeliner, brown eye shadow, and cherry lip-gloss, my normal everyday make-up.
I stand up and flatten my denim mini skirt and green v-neck from Hollister. It's my first day of 11th grade and I was planning on making an appearance, one where all heads would turn to see me walk into school and people saying "wow she looks amazing".
I walked down the steps to the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar, and then I kissed my mom and dad goodbye. When I stepped outside I could tell it was going to be a good day. With my Blackberry in my left hand and my Roxy book bag hanging off my right shoulder and the cool morning breeze blowing in my face, it made me feel powerful.
