"Yo." Brella looks up from her phone as you approach her, leaning against the hallway wall with one arm. She looks you up and down, her mouth a thin, judgemental line.

"You look tired. Oh, moons, you're not wearing any make-up either." An astute observation. You hadn't had any time to do... much of anything with yourself this morning, having slept through all your alarms. Your parents had to practically drag you out of bed. You probably look like a mess compared to her.

"Come on, let's put some on before class starts." She waves you over, pushing past the door and stepping into the bathroom. Reaching into her purse, she shoves her phone inside, bringing out her lipstick and mascara at the same time in one quick movement. She hands you the mascara, with both of now standing before the sink to look in the mirrors. As she begins to apply her lipstick, she starts chattering about whatever gossip has been floating around the school for the past week.

"... and I was like, ohhh, yeah, totally, and she was like, oh, no way. There's this really cute boy in my history class, but he's a total klutz, and I said to Mason, not Stone Mason, Mason Jar that I'd still go out with him. And Ms. Keine is giving me extra homework because I said I didn't want to do it, she's so annoying. I swear, she hates me, but I didn't even do anything. Also, Plate owes me money but she keeps telling me she doesn't, and Nail came up to me and she's like 'Brella, can I borrow some of your makeup?', and I'm like 'no, get your own!'. But you're fine, though. Anyways-"

She continues to drone on and on, but you're honestly barely paying attention, much more focused on polishing yourself up before you head to class.