Chapter 8
Carly stared in dismay at the reflection of her red face in the mirror. If that spectacle hadn’t been enough to nominate her for Biggest Fool in the Guinness Book of World Records, wearing makeup to go hiking should give her the extra points she needed. The image staring back at her looked like a red raccoon – if there was such a thing. She’d need to Google it when she got home. She looked like she had two black eyes thanks to the remains of her mascara creating dark patches around each eye. If that wasn’t bad enough, her shoulder-length brown hair was a mass of tangles, sticking out in all different directions like a troll doll after a kid with sticky fingers had played with it.
“That’s it… I need a shower. Even if it means wearing the same dirty clothes again, I really need a
