Friday September 21, 2012
I used the washroom before lunch. Washing my hands and wishing I’d finished twenty seconds sooner, Donna and her ‘hot’ girl crew walked in. I dried my hands using the dryer. They all planted themselves in front of the mirror, applying make up. I made the mistake of looking up, meeting Donna’s eyes, she was glaring at me, her lip gloss brush stalling inches from her glossless lips.