I hope Mom didn’t get into poison ivy again, Jules thought as she checked her reflection in the mirror. She hissed at the sight of her bright pink shoulders.
“What is that?” She angled her left shoulder toward the medicine cabinet mirror. It looked like someone had drawn swirls and daisies on her skin with a dark pink marker. She shook her head and told herself that it was a trick of the light or something she did to herself due to her vigorous scratching.
Jules shook her head and refocused on more important things, like what she was going to wear for school. She had a few outfits in mind but none that screamed ‘Day Before My Birthday.’ She’d have to give it a little more thought.
© Liz DeJesus 2015