Snippet #2521075

"I'm not even wearing perfume!" she shrieked in annoyance, "You're an idiot just like all the other boys in this stupid world!"

Karmin was tired of boys being annoying. She sniffed the collar of her shirt, and she was suffocated by the smell of perfume, but it wasn't her perfume, it was her sister's. She realized that her sister had the same exact same shirt, and her sister wore some strong perfume.

Karmin had always been the complete opposite of her sister. While her sister was a gorgeous, tall blonde with perfect blue eyes, fancy clothes and strong scented perfume, Karmin was a short, red headed girl who never wore makeup or perfume, and she never dressed up as fancy as most girls unless it was necessary. She always wore shorts, jeans, or sweat pants with t shirts, tank tops and baggy sweaters.

Sighing, Karmin grabbed a shirt of her own out of her suit case, and she went into the bathroom, stripping out of the shirt, and she put on a tank top. She walked out of the bathroom, and she stuffed her sister's shirt in her suit case.