TITLE: THE BUTTERFLY GHOST
GENRE: YA Thriller
The sun snuck above the horizon like it knew I hated it and threw orange light through the window and across our bathroom mirror. For that second, the light blinded me. I shifted until I could see again, adding the finishing touches of eye shadow to my left eye.
But my mind wasn't on the makeup; I struggled to remember the fifth equation I'd need for my physics test that day. It had something to do with intertia or potential energy or something. I could picture part of it, but not all.
Dropping my eye shadow, I reached for the space between sinks and grabbed at my sister's makeup. My fingers latched onto mascara, which would work just as well as lipstick.
"Are you borrowing my mascara?" Jenna snapped her compact closed and glared at me out of the corner of her eye. She checked herself in the mirror, fluffed her blonde hair, and reached back into her half-empty makeup bag. Her phone shrieked.
I looked away, back to my side of the mirror, unscrewing the mascara cap as I bit my lip.
"We need to go, like now." Jenna waved her phone in my face. "April says something's going on."
Because whatever April wanted was so important. I fought the urge to smack the phone out of Jenna's hand. "You wanna give me a few seconds?"
"You wanna wear makeup?" She matched my sarcasm.
"I am wearing makeup."
"Not enough. Like anyone can tell you've got that pale pink eye shadow on."