Analiese gave a quiet snort at the funny inscription on the door and walked into the bathroom. There were two girls in there by the sink. One of them was doing their make-up. Even though she didn't hate make-up, Analiese didn't exactly like putting it on. She was okay with a light touch up though, but some girls went extreme with it. The 11-year-old walked into a cubicle, locked it and did her bathroom business. As she unlocked the door and walked out, she noticed Myrtle sitting up in the rafters. Analiese gave a slight nod to acknowledge her presence. She walked over to the sink to wash her hands and overhead someone saying something about caking her face up everyday, and it was directed towards the girl who was doing her make-up.
"That's not nice!" Analiese turned around.
Oh. It was Myrtle.
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