"Ssshhh" I hiss as my car door slams way too loud making me groan in annoyance, "Stupid Gabi" I mutter to myself as I walk into Sephora. This had always been my routine for when I was hungover; Starbucks, Sephora, then to bed so I can die. And this morning I am extremely hung over, last night I don't know what came over me but I drank so much. I wasn't even at a party, I was at Gabi's, me and her were catching up and then she decided she wanted to play some drinking games like truth or dare, would you rather, never have I ever. So it's all her fault, she basically kicked me out this morning, I had to climb out from her window so her parents wouldn't know I stayed over. But she is my friend so I don't mind.
As I walked around exploring all the different brands and makeup in Sephora, whilst
