Ella furrowed her brow at her reflection, the imperfections so obvious, so immune to any kind of attempt at altercation. Her dark eyebrows were too thick. Her nose too big. Her brown eyes too squinty and dull. Her tan too orange-ish.

[i]Damn spray tanning lady...I'm gonna have to request someone else...[/i]

Leaning back from the mirror, the brunette was careful not to disturb the various cosmetics displayed in precarious positions across the curvy contours of the little school sink. There were at least ten little containers of various goopy substances laying around, their bright, flashy - and completely [i]false[/i] - labels. With expert eyes, Ella scanned the plastic carnival with conviction. Her trained hands swiftly selected the right products to complete her freshening up session - mascara, eye-shadow, more concealer, extra perfume, touch of powder. 

And she only had five minutes before the tardy bell rang.

In a flurry of movement, Ella began her bathroom ritual with careful but quick movements of various brushes and tweezers and a bunch of other perfecting tools. She hardly noticed the creaking of the old door behind her and the clicking of little heels on the linoleum floor, and naturally, she jumped when a cringe-worthy voice sounded behind her. Her careful hand jumped as well, making her eyeliner pencil stab into her eye.

"Got enough makeup, Haussler? It's not like it'll make anything better, anyway."

Blinking profusely, Ella tried to roll her eyes. Without success.

"Being mean [i]and[/i] fugly doesn't work, Cooley. I'd stop where you are before you hurt yourself." Ella glared at the blonde girl through the mirror.

"Looks like you already have." 

Ella watched in muted horror as the white of her started to turn a ghastly light-pink. With a quick glance at the clock on her phone, she decided to just call it a day and go to class. She could face her enemies - both people and facial features - next passing period.

With quick movements, the brunette grabbed multiple containers in each hands, stuffing them into her monstrous makeup bag, which was then zipped up and shoved into her backpack with her phone. Slinging the black and white book bag onto her shoulders, she strode out the stiff metal door and into the flourescent hallway just in time for the bell to ring.

"God damnit."