The Camwhore
Holly ran the wand of lip gloss over her lips. Twice. Looking into the mirror, she rubbed her lips together and screwed the cap back on. Freckles dotted her nose and dashed onto her youthful cheeks. Her make up was perfect. Shiny lips. Thick back eyeliner and mascara. Just the right amount of blush to make her skin look vibrant. Combing her fingers through her blonde streaked red hair, she smiled at her reflection. It was almost showtime. She walked out of the bathroom, adjusting her...