The second floor bathroom reeked with the smell of hand sanitizer with a hint of lemon. The lighting was dull apart from the stream of yellow sunlight shining through the top window. A tanned girl stood in the corner, wearing a short red dress and gladiator sandals. Her back was arched forward, and her face was angled towards the mirror. Her mouth was slightly open as she carefully lined her eyes with blue eyeliner, stretching the skin underneath her eye with her left hand.
The door creaked open and a redhead girl walked in. Her sneakers squeaked slightly against the floor. She wore baggy jeans and a flimsy top, hanging loosely on her reedy body. She ducked her head down so that her long red hair would cover her face, and meandered over to the mirror. Her back was slumped forward, eyes restricted to the sink as she slowly washed her hands, taking her time to lather with soap. The tanned girl gave the redhead a half-hearted smile and said, “I really like your top” in a tone more enthusiastic than her smile.
The redhead adjusted her top and muttered a ‘Thank you’. She ducked again so that her red hair would hide her face. The tanned girl coughed and ran her hands through her hair, scrutinizing herself in the mirror. She turned sideways and pinched the sides of her hips. She looked at the redhead through the mirror and whined, “Oh god, I hate my love handles so much. I hate you, you’re so skinny.”
The redhead smiled awkwardly. “You’re really skinny too…” she muttered.
The tan girl made a hideous face in the mirror, and then laughed abruptly. “Shut up, are you kidding me? Ughhh, why am I so ugly?” she carped.
The redhead chortled uncertainly. “You’re not ugly! Don’t say that!”
Instead of responding to her comment, the tan girl put away her eyeliner and muttered “Whatever.”
The bell screeched loudly and broke the silence in the bathroom. The tan girl quickly put her make-up away and picked her cloth bag up off the floor. She looked at herself once more in the mirror, scrunching up her hair. “I’ll see you later,” she said as she walked out the door.
The redhead responded with a slight head bob, and listened to the door shut behind the tan girl. She lifted her head, and straightened her back. She adjusted her top once again, pulling it down over her jeans. She lifted her head so that her red hair was not completely obstructing her face from view. She then walked out of the bathroom quickly, her sneakers still squeaking against the floor.
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