PROMISED YOU THAT I'D BE TRUE. "hello? One second. LORRAINE, PICK UP YOUR PHONE." The phone rang for me, whatever happened to all my friends? "Hello?" Who would be calling me? "Lulu, it's Jamie. What's up, man? I miss you. Are you busy today?" "Jamie I miss you too! No, I'm not busy today, are you?" "Awesome," she paused "wanna hang out?" "Hahah yeah sure." I said while running my fingers over the scars from the side of my face. The scars that haven't healed from the accident. And so we carried onto regular conversation. "Man, you missed a lot, Kaytie has a really hot boyfriend now, Josh misses you a lot, he's been really down lately. Mann!!! We gotta get some hookah and shmoke some wwwwwwwwweed like the good times." She laughed. I laughed weakly. "Uh... yeah." I hadn't looked into a mirror as much as I used to, not since I passed out from my reflection in the hospital. I began taking out makeup and paused, standing, realizing I completly forgot how to put makeup on. It's been so long. "Jesus..." I whispered while looking over eyeliner. By the time Jamie got to my house, she let herself in and walked upstairs, suddenly stopping abruptly. "HAHAHA! Lulu, you poor thing!" I stood, skeptical with random blotches of color on my face, eyeliner not lining my eyes, eyeshadow in my cheeks, looking like a tiny girl. But that's not what I was thinking about. It was Jamie. I forgot her too. I barely remembered her face. She stood with a tight turquoise top, her boobs shaped pretty perfectly, thanks for daddy's payment to plastic surgery, and black pants. Beautiful Jamie. How could I forget. "Lemmie do your makeup, hun." "Yeah I need your help, obviously. Hahah." Suddenly things didn't seem so bad anymore. As she covered my scars with concealer, she spoke about how hot Kaytie's boyfriend was and how she secretly made out with him at Matt's house, she spoke about Todd and how he made a move on Regina in front of her girlfriend, how guys just don't that some girls are lesbian, etc. She took a long drag staring at my makeup when she was done, kinda leaning on one foot. Smoke blew from her perfect lips. "Beautiful." She said, "Go look." Mirrors are mean. I hated them. But I looked anyway. I never looked so beautiful, it never meant so much to me. "Aw man..." I whispered. Flawless. She smiled, puffing out smoke circles. I coughed. "You gained weight, kiddo!" I looked down at my stomache. "Uh, yeah... Ya know, I couldn't go out for a run lately." Trying to think of a fairly good and honest excuse. She rubbed my waist and giggled, "Nooo it's cute!" "Haha.." I forced a laugh.