&in
bright letters it read five thirty.
If she wanted to be pretty, she had to get up
early.
She pulled on her tightest jeans, a brand new low cut
shirt,
&a gorgeous, shiny necklace, that cost her
everything she'd earned.
She turned her straightener to high, burning each
strand into place.
Then she pushed back her headband, made of satin,
strung with lace.
She then caked on her makeup, until she didn't
recognize the mirror.
Hiding every flaw she had, all the imperfections, all
the tears.
&She walked into school that morning, filling the
halls with a scent of roses.
Thinking 'all of this, for the
boy,
who will
probably never
notice.
my quote/nmf.