stories from songs

Mrs. Potato Head - Melanie Martinez

If you weren't born with it, you can always buy a couple ornaments. Just be sure to read the warning, kids.

She carefully applied her eyeliner, and let out an exasperated sigh when it came out uneven and messy.

After layers of foundation, excessive contour, and brighter-than-the-sun highlight, she felt like she didn't recognize her reflection.

It was okay, though. She looked stunning and that was all that mattered. Grabbing her school bag and her phone, she left the house without a goodbye to her parents or brother.

The walk to school was a short one-- it was just a few blocks down from her house. She snapchatted her friends and her streaks along the way, clearly showing off her makeup.

A snapchat was received from one of her closest friends, and one of her most popular friends, Lila. It was a picture of her face and a caption saying, "Girl, what's up with your foundation. It's crusty as heck."

Her face heated up. She wondered if it was too late to go back to her house and fix up her foundation. She took a picture of her smiling and caption it, "I know right!! My parents won't buy me a new one 😭"

It wasn't true, her parents probably would easily buy her some more foundation. But it was easier to lie than explain that she didn't notice her awful foundation.

Within seconds, she received another snapchat from Lila. Nervously opening it, she hoped it wasn't something degrading. If it was, she would turn around right now and walk back home. It would be easy-- yeah, mom, I just feel really sick. I almost threw up on the way there.

The snapchat was a closeup of her eyes-- they were gorgeous, light brown, long black eyelashes, and finished off with perfect eyeliner. She felt a pang of jealously. Her eyes were so boring. Hazel, stubby eyelashes, and gross eyeliner.

The picture was captioned, "Haha its okay. I'll let u borrow some of mine when we get to school and u can touch up. if u don't mind missing first class ;)"

She smiled in relief. Obviously Lila would have her back, she felt stupid for thinking she wouldn't.

Sexual, hey girl if you wanna feel sexual, you can always call up a professional. They stick pins in you like a vegetable.

She arrived at school and Lila was with her large group of friends, laughing, talking. They all looked beautiful, as always. Lila especially was wearing was wearing a low cut tight t-shirt that fit her curves well. Her hair was in a somehow flawless messy bun and her makeup was bold and perfect.

"Hey, Cass, baby," she heard Lila call out her name. She smiled a bit and walked over to her group.

"Hey, guys," she said with a shy smile.

Lila pushed her way through the group to her and grabbed her hand. "Let's go fix up that foundation, girl."

She pulled her into the school bathroom. There was one other girl there, one who she didn't know well and quickly left.

She sighed a bit and looked at herself in the mirror.

Lila was fixing her bra a bit by tightening the straps. "It makes them look better," Lila said with a small laugh when she caught her looking. She looked down in embarrassment.

"Okay, turn to me," Lila said. She turned towards her with a smile.

Lila took out her foundation and blender. She closed her eyes, waiting for Lila to do her magic. She felt Lila dab at her face and make various mumbles throughout the process.