//Chandra Margaret//
The day has come. Before the school fest, we happen to have a shuffle of students. Can I say that I'm so unlucky? Why?
"Oh my gosh! Is my make up okay?"
"Girl, braid my hair, come on!"
"Should I put books in my desk so Christian will think that I'm smart?"
"How about this shade of tint? Is this okay?"
Classroom is a mess. Not because the shuffling happened. But because the three annoying people will be in our class starting today. How I wish I got shuffle too!
Someone tap my shoulder and I look. "Do you know things about make up?" One of my classmate ask. I shake my head and she roll her eyes. Ugh! How much I want to stab that eyeballs of yours.
They look like a walking coloring book. I
