I flushed the toilet and hurried to brush my teeth. The nausea was gone, but my throat ached. I scrubbed my teeth until they tasted completely like Colgate toothpaste.
Then I looked at myself in the mirror, deciding that Bella's comment held true. I did look terrible.
My hair was still in a messy ponytail, I wore practically no makeup, juice and baby-slobber stained my shirt, an my eyes were red-rimmed.
So I turned on the warm water, grabbed some clothes from my room, and… Continue