![]() “Is that why your dress is in the trash?”Įveryone stopped what they were doing to stare at Karol-everyone but Mary who was finishing her meal at the kitchen table. “Your eyelashes, like your hair, are a dark enough auburn that your eyes don’t look washed out, Sarah,” Karol said in an attempt to reassure the sudden insecurities her sister started having. ![]() ![]() Karol rolled her eyes, walked to the locked bathroom door, and pounded on it. “Sarah won’t let anyone in the bathroom again.” “Karol,” Alice, the second to youngest boldly yanked on Karol’s shirt. She didn’t like anyone else in the bathroom when she was doing it either. She had recently taken a big fascination in the boys at her school-which was bad enough-but she had also become obsessed with makeup. Today’s bathroom hog was fifteen-year-old Sarah. The two boys took a few seconds to get ready to go anywhere, but the girls more than made up for that by hogging the bathroom for what felt like hours. Since there were so many more girls in the house, changing was basically a big party in one of the bedrooms. “Everyone get dressed for school,” Karol said once the kids had finished eating. ![]()
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