Six thirty A.M. That's when my days start. The alarm on my phone goes off but I'm already awake so it does nothing more than startle me. I am quick to make the device stop beeping before I sit up. "Another day of hell," I breath. I drag my feet behind me while slowly making my way to the bathroom. My days always begin with makeup.
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Makeup S.M.
FanfictionReese has nothing other than makeup to comfort her. Knowing that under the lairs of makeup no one can see how hurt she is. What happens when someone finds out?
