Emma had decided it was finally time to learn the art of makeup. “How hard can it be?” she thought confidently as she set up her brand-new mirror with a ring light that was so bright it looked like a portal to another dimension.
She opened her makeup bag, which she had stocked with everything the beauty gurus recommended: foundation, eyeliner, contour kits, five different brushes (each with mysterious names), and lipsticks in colors she didn’t even know existed.
Phase 1: Foundation Fail
Emma squirted some foundation onto the back of her hand. A small glob quickly turned into an overwhelming puddle. “That’s… fine, right?” she muttered. She dabbed the liquid onto her face and began blending.
Five minutes later, she looked in the mirror and gasped.
She resembled a sheet cake coated with thick vanilla frosting. “Okay… maybe that’s too much,” she whispered, half-horrified, half-impressed that her pores no longer existed.
Phase 2: The Eyebrow Debacle
Next up: eyebrows. Emma grabbed her eyebrow pencil. “Just a light fill,” she repeated like a mantra. Except her “light fill” quickly transformed into two dark rectangles above her eyes.
She stood back to assess her work. “I look like a math teacher who takes chalkboards way too seriously.” She tried wiping it off—nope, smudging only made her look angrier. Now she had two blobs that screamed, ‘Did you just insult me?’
Phase 3: Eyeliner War
Determined not to give up, Emma grabbed her liquid eyeliner. “Alright, this is where the magic happens.” She’d seen it a thousand times on YouTube: just one swift flick and—bam!—a perfect cat-eye.
Unfortunately, Emma’s hand had a mind of its own. The flick on her right eye curled upward like a ski slope, and on her left eye, it dragged down like a rain-soaked umbrella. She tried evening them out… and kept evening them out until she resembled a raccoon who’d been through some emotional times.
Phase 4: Contour Chaos
“Okay, contouring. I’ve seen this on TikTok,” she said to herself, holding up a contour stick like a warrior brandishing a sword. She started drawing lines along her cheekbones, nose, and forehead. But once she began blending, her face turned into a patchwork of mystery shades.
“Am I… am I creating a map of Middle-earth on my face?” she asked her reflection. She had to admit, the effort was impressive. If nothing else, she now knew how to sculpt an orc’s jawline.
Phase 5: Lipstick Disaster
Emma reached for the bold red lipstick. “If everything else fails, I’ll just distract people with killer lips.” With the precision of a brain surgeon, she applied the lipstick… only for it to go rogue and bleed slightly outside the lines. She tried fixing it, but the more she touched it, the worse it got.
Eventually, she gave up and stared at herself in the mirror. “I look like I just made out with a plate of spaghetti.”
The Aftermath
Emma sighed dramatically, sitting back to assess the damage. Her eyebrows looked angry, her eyeliner gave off “sleep-deprived owl” energy, her contour was a geography lesson, and her lips… well, she could only laugh.
Suddenly, her best friend Lily FaceTimed her. Emma hesitated but picked up the call.
Lily took one look at her and burst out laughing. “Girl, are you auditioning for Cirque du Soleil?”
Emma couldn’t help but join in the laughter. “I was going for glamorous, but I think I accidentally invented a new clown aesthetic.”
They laughed for a good five minutes. “Hey,” Lily finally said, wiping away tears, “at least you tried. Tomorrow we’ll do it together, and I’ll teach you the basics. First lesson: less is more.”
Emma grinned. “Deal. But only if you let me do your eyeliner.”
Lily shook her head firmly. “Absolutely not.”
And with that, Emma closed her makeup kit. One thing was for sure: makeup was no joke. But if laughter was the best beauty trick, she’d definitely nailed it.
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