The Power Of Makeup

Rosette Young POV''

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Priscilla and the rest left, but before leaving, they intentionally bumped into me with the intention of my food spilling on me. The tray wobbled precariously, and I felt a surge of anger as my sandwich and fruit salad teetered on the edge of disaster. Luckily, I managed to steady the tray, but the close call left me seething. The sound of Priscilla's laughter echoed through the cafeteria, grating on my nerves.

The last was Josef, who looked at me with uncertainty, like guilt mixed with some emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment, and I wondered what was going through his mind. Was he sorry for whatever was happening, or was he just sorry he got caught up in it? I didn't have time to decipher his expression, as he quickly followed the others out of the cafeteria.

I didn't feel like eating anymore, but I had to eat for my health. The food that had once looked appetizing now seemed bland and unappealing. While eating, my mind was racing with thoughts, replaying Priscilla's words and wondering what Taylor had planned for me. Before I realized what was happening around me, the bell rang for the lesson period, jolting me back to reality.

I couldn't eat; my food was left untouched, my appetite destroyed by Priscilla's words. The thought of facing Taylor's wrath made my stomach churn. We had physical education next, so I went to change into my PE uniform. The locker room was a flurry of activity, with girls chatting and laughing as they changed.

In the changing room, I overheard girls talking about me and thinking of revenge ideas Taylor was going to use against me. Their voices were hushed, but I caught snippets of their conversation. "I heard Taylor's going to humiliate her in front of the whole school," one girl said, her voice dripping with excitement. "No, no, I heard he's going to make her apologize in front of the entire student body," another girl chimed in, her eyes gleaming with malice.

I felt a chill run down my spine as I listened to their conversation. It seemed like everyone was waiting for me to fall, and Taylor was more than happy to oblige. Using this period, I took out my phone and browsed the internet for last night's fight. My fingers flew across the screen as I searched for news about Caleb and Taylor's altercation.

As I scrolled through the articles, my heart sank. The headlines were all about Taylor's hospitalization, and the comments were brutal. People were calling for me to be punished, to pay for what I had allegedly done. I felt like I was living in a nightmare, and I didn't know how to wake up. The sound of the girls' laughter and chatter faded into the background as I became lost in my thoughts, wondering what the he held for me.