Room 512, Sunday morning
After leaving the sleepover because she'd slept over and now she was up and that meant the sleepover was over, Brooke came back to her room because she needed an outfit that wasn't footie pajamas. Footie pajamas were cool but they were for sleeping and not for wearing out of the house.
So she put on playclothes, though she had a little trouble with the shirt and that was how it ended up on backwards, but she matched so it was okay. And just before she was about to head out the door, out of the corner of her eye she saw the makeup that had been left out on the desk.
Brooke wasn't supposed to wear makeup. Her mom said it would make her look like cheap and not like the sort of girl people would want to hang out with, but her mom wasn't here. She went to the door, stuck her head out into the hall to make sure no grownups would yell at her, and once she knew the coast was clear, she climbed up into the chair and got to work making herself pretty.
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So she put on playclothes, though she had a little trouble with the shirt and that was how it ended up on backwards, but she matched so it was okay. And just before she was about to head out the door, out of the corner of her eye she saw the makeup that had been left out on the desk.
Brooke wasn't supposed to wear makeup. Her mom said it would make her look like cheap and not like the sort of girl people would want to hang out with, but her mom wasn't here. She went to the door, stuck her head out into the hall to make sure no grownups would yell at her, and once she knew the coast was clear, she climbed up into the chair and got to work making herself pretty.
[Door and post both open!]