Immediately Catherine saw me, she knew something was up. "Hey, what happened?" She said as she hurriedly stroked my hair and I leaned into her.
"Today was horrible," I muttered, and glanced at my reflection in the window. Strands of my hair stuck out from the root, and my eyeliner had rubbed onto the corner of my eyes. My lipstick, which I hurriedly rubbed that morning, now broke apart on my lips, and I sighed loudly.
"I look horrible. I feel even more horrible," I groaned and covered my face with my hands. My best friend continued to rub my hair, silently alternating it with a back rub. She didn't bother to ask further until I finally sat up again and shook my head.
"You know how I told you about going to the beach today?" I asked, and she nodded slightly. "Well, I got into a fight and then someone tried to kill herself."
