Inspiration [Kayla]

Molly was engrossed. In herself. She was sitting on a park bench, doing her makeup, prepping for a date with her boyfriend. She had her mirror out along with her mascara. She brushed her eyelashes with learned skill, swiping along each one; heavily enough for the eyelashes to thicken, but daintily enough where they wouldn't be too thick, or clump. She stuffed her mascara back in her pocket and pulled out several combinations of eyeshadow. She looked down at what she was wearing.
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She chose the light pink scheme. While she was applying it, she thought about her day. Breakfast party at the mansion, movie with Anthony afterwards, awards ceremony for school after that, and lunch at her second favorite restaurant, the Blue Umbrella Cafe. That lunch had been so tasty... It had felt like it had gone on for hours. Molly looked up and her eyes caught a huge grandfather clock across the street. Four thirty.

Four thirty?! The date was supposed to start at 4. Molly smushed all of her makeup back into her purse and pulled her mirror back out, to make sure she at least looked decent. She started running, still looking in the mirror, when she tripped over something that sure felt like a human body. She launched face-first into the concrete of the sidewalk. Enraged, she stood back up and stomped over to what had tripped her. A boy, around her age, with unkempt brown hay, er, hair. Cute. She'd love to rip it out.

"Do you have any idea how long it took me to get ready? I have a date negative-thirty minutes from now!" She stomped her foot, so angry that she didn't care what anyone thought. "Why were you sitting in the middle of the sidewalk?!"