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Her hands immediately covered her face, “Lena!“ He started, exasperated by her hide-and-seek games. “What are you trying to hide?“ She hesitated for a moment before spilling, “I got bored, terribly bored and saw some dust-like thingy in the drawers. I applied them to my face. Worst mistake I have ever made.“ “You mean Raven's makeup?“ He asked. “If that's what it is called, yes her make-up but that's not the problem, I tried wiping it off, but now it won't wipe off without it staining me with dark smudges. I look terrible.“ She raved.

I looked haggard despite my make-up. It was obvious that I hadn't had a good night's rest and that was what I was trying to show with the make-up I had applied on my face. I wanted my face to look rosy but it seemed like my body was too tired for my skin to comply with what I wanted to achieve with the cosmetics.

I looked in the mirror and all I found were dark circles that was to be expected since I hadn't slept well the night before. I took out my makeup kit and put on a lot of concealer and foundation, usually nothing I did looked good on me, but that day I achieved a decent result. All I needed was more practice.

but he was so far away from me still I had tried using a mirror again and yet it failed me again and again at first I would have test it out with something else another place that I was aware of to see if it was truly correct and immediately I was lead over to that place without any problems at all but when I tried to do the same thing for wherever he could be it was always this blackness it is empty page darkness that I will see looking back at me and if that was not troubling the nothing else was. I was trying it again tonight and once again I was met with the same results that had been having over and over again I was almost tempted to just throw the mirror at the nearest world and let it

Failure: A Bitter Pill To Swallow 2 Harold's POV As the Azanian spoke, I felt bile rising and it left a vile taste in my mouth. The taste of failure was both foul and bitter. My knees just buckled and all color just drained from my face. The pain of losing before the race has even completed is sickening. How did I overlook all that. Come to think of it, I should have notified this warlock of my intentions. In as much as I hate to admit it, he is much more level headed than I am. Now I have once again messed up and by now Magnus will be knowing what I am trying to do. That man's wrath knows no bounds. I try to hold on to a little sliver of hope but as Mtungagore carries on, deep down I know I

Something I promised my parents I was never going to do again, but the urge was so overwhelming. "No, no tea. That won't help. I'm fine. Everything is fine." I reassured her, standing up from the seat and straightening myself. I walked over to the mirror and fixed the small curls that had come loose from my bun. I stared at my reflection, looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a sign that I wasn't really fine. My eyes were dull, my cheeks were pale. I could see the dark circles under my eyes and I tried my best to fix them.

I climbed back onto the bed. I still couldn't fall asleep. After a sleepless night,I knew my face must look like a rose in a storm. And it did as I took in my reflection at dawn. I looked haggard. In order to hide my pale face,I did a delicate make up. The make up perfectly covered the tiredness on my face. The haggard appearance could be covered with make up but what about my haggard heart? There was no cure. It was incurable. When I went downstairs,Phoebe and Tristan were already seated for breakfast.

The morning arrived with a heavy, bruised sky that seemed to hang just inches above the brownstone’s roof. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the cool porcelain of the sink biting into my palms as I stared at my reflection. My skin was pale, almost translucent and there were dark hollows beneath my eyes that no amount of expensive concealer could fully mask. I looked like a woman who was haunted, and in many ways, I was.

I'm not naturally academically gifted. No matter how hard I push myself—staying up until three in the morning only to drag myself out of bed at six—I can barely keep my grades somewhere in the middle of the class. For most of my school life, no one pays much attention to me. That changes three months before the college entrance exam. One day, my homeroom teacher, Victoria Bennett, calls class president Ethan Sterling and me into her office without warning. She looks at me sternly, asking, "Did you cheat off Ethan during this month's exam?" I shake my head. "No." Victoria turns to Ethan. "What do you have to say?" Ethan quietly chuckles. "I was focused on my own test, so I didn't re

Hesitantly, I look at my reflection in my bedroom mirror, the silence around me leaving me no company but my own mind. I'm a mess. Tears have drawn lines all over my cheeks and brown freckles are showing. Some of the black dye in my eyes has run too, and it looks like I haven't slept in years. Even the pale foundation seems to have more color than my skin underneath. With a sigh, I dipped a tissue into the basin of water I'd gotten myself, wiping away the ruined makeup so I could apply fresh coats. There's no way I can help my dad fix that disaster when I look like that.