Brooke Lyn finished washing her hands and listened for the sound of the john sucking the last of the water down to pipes, making sure that she had flushed. She opened the mirror up to reveal shelves filled from top to bottom with makeup, facial creams, brushes, and a multitude of brushes, combs, hair dryers, curlers, and straighteners. "What shall we do today?" she wondered aloud. "Hmmm, let's see, today consists of Creative Writing, PE, US History, lunch then Keyboarding II. PE sure limits what we can do with ourselves, now doesn't it?" Brooke Lyn then laughed at herself. "Being sleep deprived sure does make one loony doesn't it?" she said, giggling at the fact that she was asking herself a question and wondering what the answer was, even though the answer immediately followed her question and was never as insightful as she hoped it would be.
BANG! The door behind her shuddered on its hinges as she let out a small scream. "Honey, are you talking to someone?" her mom called out from the other side.
"No, I am fine, just getting ready for school!"
"OK, I thought I heard you talking to someone and wanted to make sure that you were okay. If you need anything let me know....Oh, and I love you."
Brooke Lyn rolled her eyes at her mom's last statement and deliberately said nothing as she waited for her mom to listen for a response, then slowly retreat down the hall to her room. She knew that her mom was just trying to do what was best for her, but she still felt bugged all the time.
Brooke Lyn was bugged that everyone seemed to be doing better than her. She was bugged that no matter how hard she worked, she always had less than everyone else. She was bugged that no matter how hard she worked at school, and no matter how good her grades were, everyone around her seemed to study less and do better. She was bugged that they had better clothes, better makeup, cars, and parents that seemed to do whatever they asked of them. She was bugged that her mom had to work, that her dad wasn't around (she knew absolutely nothing about him, other than she had to have his eyes), and that she didn't have a car (she smiled to herself as she thought about that. She knew she listed that one twice, she always did, but it really, Really, REALLY, bugged her that she didn't have a car. Everyone had a car but her). She was bugged that she had to work after school and on weekends, while her friends went to football games, dances, and each other's houses.
So, she took it out on her mom.
Turning back to the mirror she began readying herself for the day. She grabbed the small container of Estee Lauder eyeliner and began the process of applying her makeup. Everyday the same routine: first Estee Lauder, then Almay shadow and mascara. She put the liner on extremely thick, going for the "Avril Lavigne" look, knowing that her mom hated it. Besides, she listened to her mom once when she told Brooke Lyn she looked trashy and went without the eye makeup, but nobody even noticed her that day.
Then going from her eyes, to her cheeks, to her face, she completed the makeup ritual for the day, pulled her hair up in a pony tail, and strolled back to her room to get dressed. As she walked into her room, she glanced over to the large glass cage in the corner of the room that contained Fangel, her pet ferret. A look of concern crossed her face as she realized that he wasn't in his usual spot, in front of his burrow hole, watching intently for her to return to her room. "I wonder where he is," she wondered aloud, "looks like everyone is too busy to care what I am doing."
Shaking her head, she got ready for school, at breakfast, said goodbye to her mom and left for the day.
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